i like being me. through the bumps and bruises, i am glad to be who i am. looking forward to who i will be. that being said, i even like who i was. going through my spare room, reorganizing and stuff, i sought out my old photo albums. started at college, felt the ache of years gone by, friends out of touch, wondering if Dom and Holly are still around.....old sweethearts, missing the moments i couldn't wait to pass at the time....to get where? here, i guess....but this grass is green too, just a different shade. i don't want to go back, but i'd like to smell the smells, taste the tastes, feel the people again. i miss Geneseo....sigh, deep breath, longer sigh........
it's nice to remember.
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I was thinking about them last night, and Ethel too! Small towns are so wonderful, not that I want to move back, but they are are so odd when you go back. So much the same, but different.
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