One of the weirdest feelings is when I get off the interstate on a road trip and end up in a new town where I’ll probably only spend only ten minutes in my entire life. There are always fast food places that look the exact same as what’s in my town, the streetlights are the same, the layout could even me the same as where I’m from, but it’s undeniably different from anywhere I’ve ever been. It’s odd to think that to other people, that place might be where they live their entire lives. The empty parking lots might mean something different to them that it does to me, and I’ll never know what that different thing is.
Volunteering in Johnson City made me feel like I was in a new place I’d never get to really understand. There are so many different places to explore. My ten minutes will be another person’s lifetime. I volunteered with a construction firm that donates building supplies to charities who build houses for the homeless. Each window I passed down the assembly line of other volunteers will end up somewhere I might never see. The window might be a part of a home I’ll never visit. Maybe it will never be part of anything, but still. It had my finger prints on it.
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