Going Home

John grew up in a small town and moved away to attend college.  But that was years ago and the big city no longer appealed him.  His mother had passed away a few years back and now his father was gone.  After being notified of his father's passing by his uncle, the town lawyer, he was told there were legal documents to sign and a decision needed to be made regarding the home John grew up in.  This was almost perfect.  He was wanting to get away for awhile but was sad that it took his father's death to prey him away from it all.

It had been too long since he'd been back there.  It wasn't as though he was running away from anything just running to his future.  The last time he had been back there was for his mother funeral but that was only for the day and had to get back later that evening.  John's life was like most.  Rushing to get here and there, make the deal, spend the money and make more money.  Going back this time meant spending more time there so John told the office he'd be gone for a week vacation, packed up his 2012 Lexus LS and took off for his home town.

Only 100 miles from Seattle but do to the location and winding roads it would be a 3 hour drive.  It gave him time to think about his childhood and growing up in a town that has one main street, no traffic lights and a 3 staff police department that only carries their weapons during the annual Pumpkin festival when the small town is invaded by thousands of tourists in October.  He hadn't been back for any extended period of time to see how much the town has grown or not grown.  Not knowing what to expect he naturally assumed that the town would have more of everything.  More stores, people, homes, churches and cars even but pulling onto the main street made him feel like he had gone back in time.  The only thing that seemed to have changed were that the trees had grown taller.