Last week I wrote about part of my experience going back to my hometown. I wrote how it felt like a pilgrimage of sorts.
But that was just the first half of the story.
And it seemed as if I had traveled back in time. Not because everything looked the same. Some things looked exactly as I remembered then, while others seemed a lot smaller than my recollections. Paint was different, rooms were rearranged, a building was completely gone. But the scents were the same.
And so were the people.