
A few years ago
I visited the town in England that I left 25 years ago
the place where I raised my children
I remember them playing in a vibrant neighborhood
curiosity led me to drive by the house I used to own
it was a not how I remembered it
it used to be a thriving community
the once pristine senior citizens residence was boarded up
there were no young children playing in the street
a landscaped common area was neglected and overgrown
many of the homes were showing signs of neglect
there was an air of decay and despair
curiosity led me to drive by the local pub
I had spent many happy times there
socializing with friends and celebrating events
it had changed a lot
graffiti adorned every boarded up window and the roof was crumbling
I learned that the business failed many years ago
the local factory that employed most of the town had long since closed
unemployment had taken its toll on the community
nothing was like I remembered
and I had no idea it would change so much when I left there
but I was looking back through rose tinted glasses
and my memories were distorted by the pain of a broken relationship
you should never go back expecting things to be exactly the same
things change with time and go through cycles of regrowth
I have since learned that the site of the old factory has been redeveloped for residential use
new housing has attracted young families
children once again play in the streets
the town lives on









