Sure home is still "home," at least for a lucky few, but the general feeling inside the static structure is ever changing..
The room you filled with treasured memorabilia is now a place of distant memories; the hallway half as long. The incandescent lights of your neighborhood seem to have lost its sparkle, along with the circle of friends concentrated in its small vicinity. The four walls previously painted a brilliant green seem so much smaller, & strangely limiting..
It's bizarre how different the world looks like from the eyes of the 5 year old you, the 16 year old you, and the 21 year old you.
Exhibit A: My backyard.
- 5 yr old Natalie- A wondrous playground with bubbling lava pits, giraffe like trees, castles surrounded by armored men & dangerous moats, secret gardens, & enchanted lakes!
- 16 yr old Natalie- Paaarty spot! Bring on the strawberry hookah, Israeli tunes, bonfire discussions, bikinis, & the beer bottle brigade!
- 21 yr old Natalie- Nirvana. Give me the lounge chair by the pool, a David Sedaris novel, chai tea, & Thievery Corporation echoing in the background.. & I am one happy camper.
What will the 26 year old me see? Who will the 26 year old me be?
So many unanswered questions,
So many unquestioned answers,
So little, scatch that, so much time!
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