Growing up I couldn't wait to get out of the town I grew up in

I moved back home after 18 years away. I had bought the house my grandfather built from my mom after my grandma died 5 years before that. I spent the first year thinking, "damn! I'm home!" Still a fair number of the same people I grew up with. As the last 25 years have gone by, things have changed...Now I drive by most of those good folks on my way too and from my house...I am just down the hill from the cemetary. I was just talking to someon on here about how wierd it is to be the last one (other than my dad, who really isn't good company) of my family left here...and we were one of the first families here...it's not the same. Not the same quality of people. It is still home and it is still very much mine, but it's not the same.