Not too long ago I wrote about how I found myself before I even realized I had lost a part of me. Since the start last summer I’ve noticed that my life seems to be coming back to where I started. The past repeats itself right? Maybe not exactly the same but our lives have a pattern it follows?
“The past may not repeat itself, but it sure does rhyme”
It started with the reemergence of Kik and just kept going. In December I bought a house in a city I spent a lot of my teenage years, starting when I was 12. I found my first real boyfriend there when I was 15.
Now I drive by the house I lost my virginity in on a regular basis. I rode through the subdivision with C where LP, A Panda and I used to sneak out of the house to hang out with friends. I pass the tennis courts where JC and I played tennis and we left the Disney tennis balls that Misplaced Momma gave me when I threw a tantrum and stormed off the courts. Streets bring back vague memories I keep trying to pursue.
I got a facebook request from Sparky. I started talking to JP again, the girl who was one of my best friends. She has started connecting with others from her past. I look at our prom pictures and I laugh. We were such babies and here we are almost 10 years later reconnecting with those people. People I didn’t realize I missed until they came back into my life.
For years I was lost. I had forgotten where I had been and things I had done. I was so blinded by a bad relationship that I block out 2.5 years of my life. At the end of the 2.5 ‘dark years’ my mom died. I’m trying so hard to recall the memories before that time. I’m kind of like a flower that’s opening again for the first time (if you want to get poetic). The places I’ve been I’m taking C along with me. It feels good.
It’s the simple things in life we need to enjoy. No matter how invasive Facebook can seem, I’m grateful for it. At least right now.