Volume 94, Issue 62

Friday, January 12, 2000


Letters to the Editor

Fear and loathing in Whitby? A voyage home...

The World Wrestling Federation - epic drama or just trash TV?

A look at vending machines: The UCC curse

Fear and loathing in Whitby? A voyage home...

By Wes Brown
News Editor

Have I grown out of the town I grew up in?

Making the two hour trek home to the swinging town of Whitby, Ontario around the holidays has always been an enjoyable one. Knowing my home will be decked in as many icicle lights as the house in National Lampoon's Vacation, knowing I will be gorged by three separate Christmas dinners in a 48-hour span and knowing my mother still puts out cookies and carrots for Santa and the reindeer – are things that put a smile on my face all throughtout the break.

But above all, the thing I look forward to the most, is seeing the old high school posse at the local drinking establishment.

Everyone of us has a carbon copy tale from the holiday break where generations of highschoolers gather together to sip beverages and reminisce about school days gone by, what's happening in the present and what the future will bring.

Driving back westward and starting up the first week of my final semester at university, it has occurred to me that after obtaining four years of higher learning it would not be long before I will soon be integrated back into small town life.

How would I begin to call something 'home' after making it a place of short summer residence and brief holiday visits? More importantly, how would I be able to say good-bye to the 'home' and life I had made on my own, away from home?

Don't get me wrong, nothing will ever compare to your hometown. All of your first life events happen at home – your first friendships, your first loves, your first experiences – all significant moments of coming of age occur in those years spent growing up in one's hometown.

These memories act as anchors and tell the story of an individual no matter where or what the path of life holds for them. It is because of this that many of us want to break out and get away from the 'hometown' rut and cut a new path.

Having said that, going back home always shows how long these last four years have been and the growth that has taken place. The gap between those who once shared inseparable friendships has naturally widened, and the worst part about it is that no one is to blame.

Is it because going off to university shows that there is indeed a whole other world outside of the borders of town? Is it because post-secondary education opens eyes wider then any highschool would ever permit? Or is it because while a home town is a great place to grow up, it can never really be a home for the duration of one's life?

Whatever the case, I am proud of the small town I grew up in and its memories are very dear to my heart, but I know I will soon be moving back to a place that is a long way away from – 'home.'

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