I was one of the very eccentric kids in high school that was a cross between abuse bag and one-man avant-garde improv theater troupe. I hated everyone in that place so much that when the Jonesboro killings happened my senior year, everybody started giving me a wide berth for fear that I was going to be next. I vowed never to set foot in that school again and to never go to my reunions.
Well, a lot happened in those 10 years.
My college degree got me nada, the economy stranded me here, I lost touch with my friends (who were now 1500 miles away), and then my aunt AND my mom died within 4 months of each other. After that, my mentality changed and I needed some closure. My sister recommended I go to my 10 year and so I did, going home for the first time in 8 years.
Surprisingly, I had a MARVELOUS time. Everybody looked almost exactly the same only with an extra chin here and there, and we all fell into our old rhythms right away, but this time, without the too-cool-for-school attitude; most of the malice was gone and I found out that most of the people I hated actually liked me, although it took a few years to appreciate that I was one of the few authentic people they had known. I reconnected with people I actually missed and ALMOST got laid, but I didn't on account of how I strangely wasn't in the mood to play my cards that strong.
So I needed that trip to put most of the past behind me; they say you can't go home again and that's true because it isn't the same as when you left it. After years of pining away in homesickness, I can't imagine going back: I prefer where I am now.
A funny note: My return was very much like it was in Grosse Pointe Blank, much to my delight...I had completely dropped off the face of the earth and people were astonished that I came. When the daughter of the school counselor called her father and told him I was there, he actually said "And he wasn't wearing a trenchcoat?!" Me and two other friends called another friend who wasn't there and, upon hearing that I was there asked:
"Is he wired?"
"What? Wired, you mean like on drugs?"
"With dynamite."
So I had a positive experience, but keep in mind I had unresolved issues to settle. It might not be the same with others.