I loved my high school. But (and I'm guessing this isn't so unusual), almost the instant I graduated (in the humid, un-airconditioned gym, wearing flip-flops), I started feeling weird about visiting. You can't really bust into a lecture to say hi to your old teachers and... what if nobody remembers you?
Then years pass like the wind and suddenly you find yourself driving in stupid traffic and even stupider circles (I tried to outsmart the GPS again - Pyrrhic victory was mine!), masterfully returning the usual onslaught of conversational volleys from your three-year-old in the back seat:
Where are we going?