Returning Home?

"You can never truly return home." - Anonymous

I heard that adage before and this past weekend it rang true. When I think about the past and how things were, who all was there and the good memories. It was an awesome time. This past weekend was ALumni Weekend at my college. One of the times of year, when people reminisce about old times and sorta catch up. In some ways it good to remember, yet it also reminds me of how much we've all changed. Friends, myself, the school itself... all different now.

2 or 3 weeks ago at a Silver Spring Happy Hour, I was talking with these guys. They also have an SDA religious background. He was mentioning that he "got an invitation to his 10yr highschool reunion. But he can't go, because he's gay." To which I chuckled on the outside, because I understood, yet also wondered about whether I'd go to mine. At that moment, I thought to myself, that I'M NOT in the same boat, and I probably would go to and enjoy mine. Yet after this weekend, I'm not so sure.
Since I live 10 minutes away from my old school, and a lot of the recent alumni and friends are still in the area, we run into and/or hangout with each other somewhat regularly. I do see them less these days, since I tend to hang out with the gays often. Which is cool and all... however, the question often comes up, "what have you been up to?". And I'm never sure how to respond. Work/family situations have given me some substance to quell the inquiry, but I always wonder if/when the gay friends/being/process is fitting. I just wonder tho, and keep quiet. And wonder when I'll finally push the envelope or just do the other option where I limit my interaction(even more) with those people or situations.

So you can't ever return "home", in that sense. However, I do think that "Home is where you make it."

To be continued...