I cherish those days. Even then I knew that they were fleeting.
Long story short, I got in a car accident, I moved home, I met some people who are still monumental parts of my being.
I don’t know who I would have been had I stayed
there, but that’s okay. My life has never been about the ordinary and I don’t
regret for a minute the path that I’ve taken.
But that’s not what this is about. This is about
Ashland.
I am very fortunate in that my dad lives in this
town. I discovered the school through him and have the opportunity to visit the
town that I briefly knew as home. However while I’ve visited a handful of times
over the past ten years there was something unique about my visit this month.
Since leaving college, this was the first time that I’ve come up in my own car.
My memories of Ashland exist like a slideshow,
snapshots of images that stir something inside of me. There are the railroad
tracks I drove over my first evening there, a moment that forever created a
connection between myself and the girl next door. There’s the movie theatre
that I remember standing outside of, waiting to get in to see Scream
3. There’s the Food 4 Less just up the freeway where we got
Backstreet Boy necklaces out of a toy machine.
I refuse to believe that we weren't the coolest girls on campus |
I like to think San Francisco toughened me up |
It’s not like going back to Orange County. Orange
County is huge, and I stumble across memories without even trying. I lived
there since I was an infant, moving from city to city. I grew up in a wealthy
beach community and last year was in an area known to locals as Garbage Grove. I had friends all over, and to this day
accidently find places that were since forgotten to me.
I went here as a child and never forgot it. Two or so years ago, I accidentally drove by it on my way home from work. |
But Ashland is little and I spent the bulk of my
time on campus. The memories are all of a girl that I once was, someone who
had her entire life in front of her.
I love the big city. I love the adventures. I love
that eight months in and I feel like I barely know San Francisco. I love the
crowds, the diversity, and that I can hop on a train and find something new to
explore. But if I ever went back to small town life, Ashland would be the
place.