I knocked on the front door, impatiently trying not to think the obvious.

I didn't share their excitement of course, I mean, if you saw the place you'd want to run a mile, but then I was probably never going to move back home anyway.Īs I walked up the familiar garden path, I got an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach all the windows were dark. So they went and bought exactly the same house. Last year when I moved to university, my parents made one of the drastic mid-life crisis decisions of moving back to their 'real home' as my mother so excitedly put it. I was returning to my hometown, the pile of crap where I was born, and lived until I was eight. I was sitting in one of those ancient trains that shook violently from side to side as they raced along the tracks, probably the first electric train ever made.Īs the green fields fazed out and the houses began to come in view, a sense of familiarity struck, twelve years, yet everything seemed the same. I glanced impatiently out of the window as the green fields scurried past.