Mitch.

It's not the fact that this building is old that gives me a depressed feeling of nostalgia. It's that the whole town seems to be stuck in the '70's, '80's.

The signs are wearing down--the lettering decrepit. The old, tiny school doesn't encourage advancement and leaves one to harbour feeling towards its students and staff as ignorants.

Walking down the streets wearing shiny jewelery, carrying a pretty purse or nice clothing makes you feel rich and ritzy and out of place.

You wonder why people live here.

You wonder how it sustains itself.

You want to leave, but you're afraid it will crumble behind you.

Standing on a corner is a familiar house.

Half of the town is familiar, the rest is not.

It looms.

Everything that was once big is now small.

I don't want to walk alone. I'm glad to leave soon.

This is my Hometown.