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Coming home to Camden

Posted: March 5, 2013 3:46 p.m.
Updated: March 6, 2013 5:00 a.m.

 

I always told myself I would never move back to Camden after graduating high school. In my mind, I was bigger than the small town life and it would hold me back from doing what I wanted to do. Although, I had no idea what exactly that big thing I wanted to do was in the first place.

Fast forward about four years and here I am, right back in Camden and all of its small town glory. Now don’t let me give you the wrong impression and cause you to think that I hold any sort of hatred for this place or anything of that nature. I’m a native, born and raised with family that was born and raised here as well.

Camden is a place that I have always referred to as one of my homes and a place that I have and always will hold near and dear to my heart. But you know how 18-year-olds are, right? I mean, I thought that this town had nothing for me and that I actually belonged somewhere else. By some sort of divine intervention (no job, no money) I ended up back here. It’s actually kind of funny that the place I thought could never have the life I wanted or thought I wanted is giving me the opportunity to begin my adult life.

The idea of home is an interesting one. From experience, I’ve learned that I have a variety of homes -- places that I feel comfort and contentment. One of those places is Wofford College where I spent four years of my life making some of the best friends I could ever have and learning from some of the best professors I could hope to be as smart as one day. Another place is the beach house my family has stayed at every summer for as long as I can remember. No matter how many days have passed since our last visit, it somehow, remarkably, does not change one bit. The same goes for Camden High School. Anytime I walk back through those doors, I feel a since of familiarity and know that within 10 seconds of walking down the hall I’m going to see a former teacher or coach or librarian who is (or at least pretends to be) extremely excited to see me.

Being back in Camden gives me the same feeling that I feel upon walking into Zemp Stadium or passing by Wofford’s campus or sitting on the porch at the beach -- the feeling of home. A place where you’re sure to pass, at the very least, one person you know driving down the road and hosts at restaurants that don’t have to ask what you want to know what you’re going to order. Or maybe that’s just the fact that I tend to order the same exact dish at every restaurant…. Regardless of the reason, it’s a nice feeling. Everywhere in Camden gives me that feeling, not just specifically my house which is more specifically my parent’s house, unfortunately (love you, Mom and Dad).

I feel that sense of home as soon as I slow down on the interstate to approach Exit 98. I’m extremely excited to be back in the place that I started out my life in and hope to begin a life of my own here. Although I must confess, the real reason I’ve decided to stick around is due mainly to the fact that we’re finally getting a Chick-fil-A. Kidding.

 

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