Forest from the trees

You know it amazes me how you can live some were, for years and never see it change around you. Not until you do one of two things move away from it, or you really take a look at what is around you.

I have only noticed these changes in plaices that I have live after I moved away form them. How the neighborhood looks ran down, or how the whole area around my neighborhood no longer looks the same.

Ok with that all is said, we are planning a little trip down state this week end. And to tell you the truth I don’t want to go. If it was not for friends and the little family left down there I would not go. I have no interest in having my memories of how things were or how they looked to me before we left.

I know just from the houses that I lived in down there from year to year that, in no time can things deter ate quite fast.

Now add to all the bad feelings of not wanting to go, to us over booking are time to try and make up for not having gone down more often. Friends are the ones that seam to be getting the shorter end of the stick each time we go. And for all this I sit here dreading going down to some were I use to live for a lot more years then I would have thought.

Now don’t get me wrong change is needed but I would prefer change in the right direction, and not going down hill. I have nothing can be accomplished with out change, for with out change there is no movement which is worse in the end.