Went home this weekend- to the WB that is. I dont think anything could possibly top fourth of July on Wrightsville Beach. If there were one weekend that i could go back home during the year, besides Christmas (maybe, its debatable) it would be the fourth of july. But, unfortunately I'm not updating on the events of the weekend, even though it was super fun.
A thought did strike me when i was at home- harder than usual. I'm spending the summer in DC, a place where everyone is on top of everything and every day life is significantly faster paced than with what I am familiar. Everyone is up to date on current events and conversations you have with people are just generally more sophisticated than those had back home. Maybe its the people I hang out with, but it just sort of seems like nothing ever changes in Wrightsville Beach. Places are the same. People are the same. Things are the same. The same people go to the same places and do the same things. Plus...aside from presidential elections and other major events, i feel like people are clueless as to what actually goes on outside of the bubble of Wilmington, NC. Its sort of funny how I can be in a place where in a matter of days there was a shootout and a major metro debacle and no one I know from home even knew that either one of the two had happened. I received no calls from home. Its like a black hole. People are just a little less interested in things back at home and sometimes its refreshing, but other times its just like....really?
