Another trip twelve years later

It has been a while since I finished high school, those were some of the best moments I have ever lived, my high school had a vast surface extension, many buildings and sections, and many classrooms crowded with hundreds of students.

There, I studied for almost six years, I met good friends, some love and splendid moments that bring me a smile each time I recall. I never thought I missed my time there, when I was a teenager I swore I'd never turn back my sight to that place, now twelve years later I come back to the place that built me as a person.

Last weekend, I had to work as an assistant for the referendum election in my country, as the last time I worked in the same position, I already knew what that job meant. To my surprise, the place was my old high school.

I felt a nostalgia mixed with foreignness, I was part of that place for many years, but I felt like a stranger when I came back, many places were stagnant in time. I could visit my first classrooms just to find they were in the same place with the same types of furniture.

 But I realized that the place had changed for good, many facilities were built, new corridors, and bars. However, I felt weirdo, the place that once was my second home now it was just an old place I visited after many years.

I realized how much I changed, I'm no longer the 17-year-old guy who was always looking for trouble, I came back as a 30-year-old man, who was a little bit lost in life, but whose inner child was gone.

Despite many remembrances and after a long job journey that day, I said goodbye to the place that brought me my golden years of life.

Maybe I'll come back someday.

S.