Memories
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…
December 27th, 2006 at 10:49
I’m going to be moving to Sumter, SC over the summer, a place I lived in the last two years of middle school and a year of high school. I haven’t been back since I moved, but I’m sure it’ll be weird seeing how things have changed.
Even when I went back to Augusta to visit some people it was weird to see how things changed in only a year. Imagine how it will be after 5!
December 30th, 2006 at 18:27
change happens faster than we think…
the people will change as well as the fabric of the place…
I drive the old neighbourhood adn can barely believe I actually lived there anymore. Its weird that way… and seeing my best friends now as compared to when we were all kids…its a different world…and 20 years from now driving down these new streets we will ponder about these years and wonder about the changes and the memories….
;-)
such is life I suppose