Home and memories

It's kind of strange in some ways to still live in the same town in which I grew up, and to have lived in this town since the age of 7, with a few years break for college and 2 years of graduate school. It's strange to me because having lived here so long means that a lot of the places around me are associated with many, many memories, from quite a few different times in my life. What makes it even stranger is that I have lost touch with most of the people who I knew here growing up, even those who still live in the area, and I have formed few new connections. I am not a person who makes new friends easily for a variety of reasons, and most of my connections now are with old college friends and some co-workers. So, I live in my old hometown as a stranger now. Sometimes I feel like I'm almost as disconnected as a person from the same town 100 years ago would be if they stepped out of a time machine today. A lot of the places are familiar and loaded with memories, but the people are strangers.