Class Reunion

So, yesterday I was on the class reunion. We’ve graduated 13 years ago, and obviously a lot has happened. The evening was actually quite pleasant, and I had some good talks. Hell, I’ve even managed to make one demon of the past disappear… and that was indeed a great thing.

So, it was a good night, and now I’m back home in Munich again. Somehow this evening with all the talking, all it’s memories past brought up again, this reminiscence as such makes me feel home right here, away from the places of my schooltime, even more. Not necessarily a bad thing. It’s just that I’ve seen what some of them have made off their lives so far, or even better, what they didn’t make. Many of us have left this town, this part of Germany, and they’ve found a future somewhere else, but some have stayed there, and a few of them looked like they’ve lost their faith somehow. It might sound harsh, but I’m happy I’m not one of them.

When I was a child, it was a good place to live in. I had a good home. When I matured, I outgrew the place, and one day, I’ve left.

Looking back now, all these years later, is strange. Old thoughts, buried in my subconciousness for a long time, emerged again. My school years are back in my head now. I don’t feel like talking about it much, and I even doubt the memories will affect me in any way, but I guess the memories of events now past will be there for a couple of days.