Hergest Ridge

You know how when you ride by a place you used to spend a lot of time at, be it work, school, or any other regular activity, and you get that old feeling back when you do so? It’s the familiar, old, more innocent self reminder. Well, more and more often I ride by places from days ago, and I sort of forget to “take a second look” until I’m already past the place.

Wonder if that’s what “moving on” a day at a time looks like. Your mind visits the old places less and less frequently, and when you drive by, you almost forget that this is where you spent countless hours.

So what takes the place of those old memories? Better things? Maybe we just start to forget more things as we get older? Or, maybe the memories of places get replaced with memories of people and events. For me the later appears to be the case. I find places matter less and less, as long as the right people are there to make up the fabric of cognitive harmony.

I find that even my home can sometimes feel foreign if the right people are missing; A strange feeling. Or maybe my whole present thought process is a result of Christmas…