Travelling Backwards.

Spending time at home. Where I spent 1/3 of my life.  And that life comes flooding back, channeled through an old wallet, birthday hats, morning sun in an old room, stolen photos (whats facebook?), photos in a drawer, photos in an old album, stars on the ceiling, and notes, oh so many notes (cell phone what?).  And in those notes: inside jokes, drawings, anger, tears, plans to get drunk (so many plans), love.  Then there are the notes in the box. Doesn't every ex get a shoebox on the shelf?  I don't know if there is another experience quite like reading old highschool love on paper. Embarassment, blushing, laughing, sadness, all in half a second. And again, more photos. Tucked away in a shoebox on the shelf.

How often do we turn around and take a good look at where we came from? Things sure do look interesting with 20/20 vision. Please can we replay the chapter again? It really was so much fun....(fun).  If I'm not careful I might end up frozen here..but life is meant to flow and meander and rage and trickle and roar, and then you come to the sea.....

S.