No Happy Medium

I went home this weekend. It’s kind of funny how you always want to leave your hometown so badly and then you miss it…and then you come back and remember why you left. Don’t get me wrong, it was great to see my family, pets, and friends, but Dearborn is Dearborn. That is the only way to put it. I got in late on Friday so I went out to eat at Mexican Fiesta with my brother and his friends. I later went Haunted Housing with a couple of friends. (I paid $13 to go through a forest…don’t even get me started.) Saturday, I did nothing until about 3. I went to the store with my Dad and then went to a bonfire at Clare’s house. I was the Drama Club’s “Momma Bear” last year and majority of my “cubs” would be there. I was so happy to see everyone…and then I realized how much I out grew Dearborn. I sat there for about an hour around a bonfire pit gossiping as they played Truth or Dare. I love those kids to death, but I was expecting more I guess. I later then went to a big Halloween/surprise birthday for Jordan that Shelby was throwing. Of course, it was a college party, more of my scene. The huge problem with that is I don’t drink. I’m sitting there watching some of my friends, majority acquaintances and strangers, get drunk off their ass and I think to myself “I’m stuck in awkward place. I don’t drink therefore I stick out at this party.” The thing about Dearborn is either the parties are boring as hell or completely out of control. There is no happy medium. I’m pretty glad to be back in K-zoo.