Union

At least it was the express bus and didn't take too long. It was also only barely drizzling at this point, which is also good.

Going back to the neighborhood is very surreal. So much is the same, but especially on the main road, businesses appear and disappear at crazy speeds and it's very common to not recognize a good chunk of a block. Of course, there are also still some businesses that have been there since I was 9.

I think about my skateboard, and Crossbay video, and the convenience store which sold me cheap Jolly Ranchers in bulk that I resold to kids in junior high, and the library, and the pizza place, and the bowling alley, and the park, and my dogs, and so much more. Sometimes being back here is a flood of old memories, and it can be a bit overwhelming.

I wonder what I would tell my younger self if I could go back in time, and I don't have any ideas. If it ever happens, as movies assure me it will, I think I'll just wing it in a profound and humorous way.