Voted today. They told me there'd be a long line, but there wasn't.
My old middle school gym hasn't changed much. They still have the old archery safety rules above the basketball hoops. It's a weird moment of nostalgia, which makes feeding the ballot into the machine all that much weirder.
I had forgotten that the gym has a stage at one end built into the wall. I had forgotten the little room at one end with all the sports supplies. I had forgotten the stairs that lead to the class rooms. I had forgotten the bright glow of the halogens.
Sometimes you come along way from where you started, and when you get back to where you once were you realize you didn't really travel that far at all. I've lived within walking distance of my old middle school for almost all my life and yet I feel that I'm very far away from it and gaining distance all the time.