More NY Recap

Yesterday i was too ridiculously tired to make a blog post, and i'm completely pooped today, too.
so i dont know how interesting this one will be.
Yesterday and today both consisted of dragging all around the city of Rochester, NY getting junk for my brother's second year at college.
We ate at a pretty good bbq place for lunch yesterday.
except the $7 sandwich i got was just big enough to make me more hungry.
I haven't had any time to do my homework cause i've been dragged around nonstop, and right now i'm rather miserable with a nasty headache and intense desire to pass out.

In my own life, i have discovered another justification for not moving away for college:
Currently, im at my aunt's house.
She lives about 10 minutes away from where my dad's family grew up in Schenectady, NY.
While we were going to the pizza place that has made my dad's favorite pizza since he was in highschool, he was driving around his old neighborhood... we looked at the house he grew up in, to which he remarked, "our house was really that small?"
He also found his old gradeschool, which appears to have been converted into an office complex, as well as his little league field.
He named off stores that haven't existed in a decade, some of which are still empty buildings in the dying town that used to be a bustle from General Electric's presence.
He rattled off the names of kids he grew up with- most of them ending with, "then we got into a fight and i never talked to him again"

In short, this is what i've decided.
I don't want to find myself in 30 years, driving down the streets of Dover and Somersworth, trying to remember all the times of my youth, recalling places i used to hang out with my friends.

I don't want to have fragments of memories, pieces of my life, attached to someplace that i no longer live in.
I don't want to move someplace new and have to make new friends, pushing my old ones out of my head to make room.
My life is pretty good right now; i don't need to escape to a new part of the country.

I don't like nostalgia.
Not because i don't like remembering the past- its good to go back sometimes and remember what life was like.
But sometimes it shouldn't exist in the first place.
The same way you should never have nostalgia about an ex-wife, i don't want to have nostalgia about where i used to live and the people i used to know.

Sure, you can point out all the flaws in my reasoning, but this makes sense to me.
I have a bunch more to talk about, but im gonna save it for sometime when i can think straight.
Like tomorrow or saturday night or something.