I have moved back to the village I was both born and raised in, and I can assure you, you would not remember the names of most people! I love it here. I feel as if I moved Home, after nearly fifty years living elsewhere and thinking I would never return here to live. A few of my good friends had already done so themselves, so I had a ready made social life, and regular encounters with people who knew my parents, cousins, aunts, uncles and siblings.
Here's part of one conversation I had with a fellow chorus member:
"Were you the juvenile deliquent?"
No, that was my sister Karen.
Ha!
If she was the delinquent, what were you classified as? :)
I could go back to Australia and perhaps live in the tropics, but I don't think I could live in the hometown area. I didn't like the people there at the time, and probably wouldn't now either :)