Because all of my friends scattered to the four winds after high school, I don't see them hardly at all let alone their childhood homes.
Tonight I visited high school bff S at his childhood home. It has been 23 years, I think. It was a time warp. The house hadn't changed. I felt myself slide back into the past. Should I be wearing Nikes? Where's my Coke? Did I bring my algebra homework? It was so odd. Disorienting really.
There was his mom in the kitchen, offering food & drink like always. There was his older brother giving me sh*t. The television was on. It was 1986.
While driving home, I realized that our kids generation probably won't have that experience. So many people move away, upgrade their houses, and don't stay in the same place like our parents & grandparents.
Have you ever experienced the Time Warp?