I always look forward to getting back to Truck Fest. It represents all that I left behind when I went to university.
It's a chance to catch up to old friends and see lots of people that I havn't seen in a while.
This summer I couldn't get a ticket. I considered working at the festival, just for a chance to catch up with everyone but I realised that I can't be bothered. The appeal is completely absent.
Everyone else has moved on in different directions. If I saw them all, we would have nothing in common anymore. I have a past here but I don't have any roots here.
The new song by the Streets summons in me the feeling I get at the end of the festival; that 'back to the 9-5' feeling that I seem to feel whenever I am in my hometown.
I'm wittering on a lot about a festival that I claim not to care about. This is because it is symbolic of my attitudes towards my hometown. Part of me sees no reason to come back here. There's nothing here for me anymore. It's just an empty place. The part of me that wants to keep comming back is longing for the past rather than the places that I spent it in.
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