Lucky number 11!
(LATE POST, original on Instagram)
So I had an extra sheet of paper from the pack (apparently I destroyed four would-be pieces) and decided to throw out this little festive piece.
Earlier while driving I was thinking a lot about location, location, location and how throughout our lives we take part in different communities for one reason or another but once that moment is gone, you leave that community and coming back would seem so strange. I say this because as I drove, I passed by my high school. I've passed by it a million times since graduation, and it always boggles my mind how that place meant to much to me for what seemed like so long. I can count a dozen places like this, places I used to frequent for food, my college, even parks from when I was a kid (which I also passed by during this, now, infamous drive.) Some places look exactly the same, others have changed, but ultimately, what has changed the most is me. We don't realize changes when we're acquiring them, but if we take a step back it's kind of dizzying to see how even a year can seem like an eternity ago.
I'll always take change over stagnation, but it can feel nostalgic. Sometimes you can go back, walk through the halls of an old high school, or have lunch at that one place you used to be obsessed with: making new memories of old places. Not many people understand (or appreciate) that concept. They think that if you ask them to partake in an experience that you’ve experienced before with someone else, that it’s you wanting to relive that moment with the previous person (this happens the most during new relationships, no?) Well, I hate that mentality. It basically ruins some pretty great places that are perfectly fine. And why not replace OLD memories of places you enjoy with NEW people that you love? Win-Win!