Change makes me sad. I know it can be a good thing, and often a necessary thing. Still, though, it makes me feel a little nostalgic and more than a little sad.
While staying at my parent's house this weekend, I took a few trips into the lovely village of Sunbury. It's weird how when you roll through the town you grew up in, you get the strangest feeling. It's like a sense of ownership, almost. Or, maybe it is a sense of belonging. Either way, seeing freshly painted lanes on the road didn't settle well with me. Neither did the unnecessary traffic lights and the Tim Horton's. I felt as if I should have been a part of the decision making process. Do we need a coffee chain in our little town? NO! Take your lights and businesses and pavement elsewhere! Please leave my town out of this!
Of course, they didn't ask me, and I didn't get to actually shout those things to whatever planning committee decided all these "improvements" were going to take place. And now, little Sunbury, is not so little anymore. I almost don't even feel right calling it a small town. Maybe it isn't anymore. It's looking more and more like a suburb every day. Ugh, the humanity (said with overly dramatic tone, dragging out the 'a' for 3 seconds or so).
What is it that makes me hate the transformation of our little dot on the map?
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THEN I FELL ASLEEP.
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