Reliving the past through my memories.
I am sitting here in my mother-in-law's home, surrounded by my memories of not only this house but of this city and area where I spent my teenage and young adult years.
Stella's house has not changed much since her son grew up here, met a girl and fell in love, and that girl (me) spent so much time getting to know her future husband and his family. The same pictures are on the wall, the same books on the shelves, even most of the furniture is the same. Stella might feel embarrassed that not much has changed over the 30 plus years, but I find it comforting.
As I drive through the streets, I'm washed with memories of places lived, of friends, of schools, of church... and again, it's comforting, but also a bit distracting. When at home, I don't give these things a second thought. I'm immersed in my own life, the present and the future. But when I'm here, in my old home town, I seem to live most of my moments in the past.
Is this normal? It seems with each trip back here, the more I want to stay in this place of remembering the past, reflecting on who I used to be and the experiences - big and small - that make me who I am today. I don't know if it's normal. I know the kids get tired of hearing about the past and having the different landmarks pointed out. I mostly keep quiet now, but my mind doesn't turn off. I'm reliving the past through my memories.
Six Word Saturday is hosted each week by Cate of Show My Face.
30 days of WORDS TO LIVE BY
"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
Matthew 11:28-30 NIV