This morning I heard a song that reminded me of a past season of my life. These were formative years and the friends from that time helped to shape some core things about me, especially as related to my environmental ethic.
My friend Tiffany is really the only person I keep in touch with from that time. She’s all grown up, married and raising a beautiful family with her husband outside Washington, DC.
I wonder what happened to our friend Jeff. Would he laugh to know that, in his honor, I still stack my silverware in restaurants to avoid germs? Or that some of my favorite authors and thinkers are the ones he introduced me to during that summer?
Why am I so nostalgic these days? What am I trying to figure out? Am I trying to piece my story together? Is there something I am looking for by remembering?
Maybe it’s part of growing older. Maybe it’s part of life settling in, while still feeling a little restless. I’ve been in Detroit for over 6 years now. Let’s not forget, this is the girl who packed up her life and moved 5 times over the first 5 years after college graduation.
Maybe it’s just my heart remembering how blessed my life has been by people, places and experiences that were ordinary at the time, but in retrospect were really quite extraordinary.
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