derive of environs

I have been away for 20 years, with occasional visits. There are people that I could not call. No happy hour due to social tensions and fall out. When you leave it is like you hit a pause button. When you return everything fast-forwards into the future with no framework as to why you are no longer friends. Resentments and betrayals from mutuals left unexplained. It was more than me growing my hair out and removing my nose ring. He had become a completely different human encased in the same body as before. His lighthearted thirties transformed into judgmental cold fifties. Some high-school reunions are stolen moments poured out with the gin.