Homecoming

There is always an unsettling warm feeling that comes along with returning to the old neighborhood. I was here only two weeks ago and it’s still like the first time in years. All of the old nostalgia still exists but there’s a persist voice that echoes between the buildings, “everything has changed”.

I grew up in a part of Seattle most people are quick to forget. In fact, White Center isn’t even actually a part of the city. Instead it remains the only unincorporated area to border the city, bleeding from the human conditions that accompany poverty. I guess it should be no surprise that I ended up an addict.

I don’t want to make a big deal about that though. Everyone has their own vices, I just wear mine on my sleeves now. But I’m not special and I’m not unique. I could be anyone here.