Tuesday, January 13, 2015

old stomping grounds

Drove to Wilmington over the weekend---on my way I felt a gravitational pull off the interstate in Chapel Hill and sketch the apartment I shared with two of my friends while we were in college at UNC.  It's such a weird feeling to revisit the past, observing how things have changed...and how they have not.

1 comment:

Priscilla said...

I get that statement you made. Last year, I was hired by the school district I attended as a kid. All the same buildings...minus my elementary school because they closed it. All new teachers...but a few familiar names nonetheless...former classmates as adults running the school. Weird.

Oh...and someone else living in my childhood home.