The great thing about going home is that I can kind of unplug for a little bit. Sure my parents have internet and even dish TV, but its a very different tempo at home. In one way things are so much slower. When you are out of the city, life itself seems to be more of a crawl then the sprint. And yet in other ways being at home seems like a race. Normally I am trying to see and do as much as I can while I'm at home. I want to see as many friends as I can (I always fail at seeing everyone), and do as much as possible. Its almost as if I do more work when I go home on 'vacation' then I do when I'm in Philadelphia. Sure Philly runs at a faster pace then middle of no where Groton in upstate NY. Philly is all go, go, go. Groton is a small town without a traffic light (yes they still don't have a light in the village, lots of stop signs, no light).
But in someways comparing the tempo of Philly to Groton, is kind of like comparing a Foxtrot to a Tango. Both can be fast paced, it really depends on the music. Having a whole week at home was kind of like having a change of music and different lighting. Somethings at home really make you stop and take a break, like the fact that you can actually see the stars.
And yet the busyness of the cities is really the busyness of everywhere. The TV shows are the same, the internet and cell phones have made communication the same. Cars make transportation the same, traffic might be less in upstate, but you have to go further to find things. The world used to be this huge place in which people felt small. Now the world seems small.
I love being at home, but the foxtrot was never really my dance. There is still a part of me that remembers its steps and hums the music, but most of me has changed over to the tango... I mean come on who doesn't want to tango?
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