I drove into Kerrville tonight. Nothing really ever changes here, but it feels less and less like home. I guess it's not really "home" anymore. I'm in Waco more than I'm in Kerrville but it's still a bittersweet feeling.
People change too.
It's funny. There are always going to be the "Kerrvillians" that stay in Kerrville and haunt its streets daily. The regular Walmart loiterers that will never really leave and the Hastings heroes who peruse the aisles looking for familiar faces.
I used to hate coming home. I still hate the drive, but Kerrville isn't so bad. Of course I enjoy seeing my parents and Zach and Trevor. But other than that, I enjoy homecooked meals and the simpleness of this town. When I come here it means that I don't have any obligations. In Waco, there is always an exam looming ominously in the distance (or within the hour). In Waco, there are events to attend and an apartment to upkeep. In Kerrville, it's perfectly acceptable if I choose to lounge around in my pajamas all day, eat a chocolate chip muffin, and curl up with a book.
Distance changes things too. There are people I was friends with in high school who I rarely talk to now. Life doesn't really let you have your cake and eat it too. In the same sense, I am so unbelievably grateful for the friends I have made in college and I can honestly say that the friends in college will be the ones I have for the rest of my life. I thank God everyday for the friends I have made and the changes that have happened in my life this year. And I know there is some reason why other friendships have disappeared out of my life.
It's a journey.
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