Childhood homes exist to make us feel less at home in the present. The memories made there are the ones that really tickle us, make us laugh til we’re breathless and til we cry, or at times, make us crumble in solitude. I wish it was always ‘95 to 2008. I always say this. I don’t know why. Now I know. If only the present can mix with the past. The glorious past. We grow up so fast, can’t we go back for a moment and celebrate the people we took for granted?
Too late. Too impossible.
Resolution: Make new memories with old faces. Remember the ones who went ahead. Live without regrets. Face the future, fueled by the wonderful past. Work for a picture perfect future. Keep family close all the time. Don’t let them slip.
We learn from mistakes.