So many things change with time…seasons change color, people change habits, relationships change bonds. But the one thing that doesn’t change is the place where it all happens.
I used to volunteer at my local hospital over seven years ago in hopes of boosting my college applications. I remember walking those quiet hallways in my candy striped apron, visiting patients, serving water, delivering papers, etc. And there I was again… walking the same somber hallways – but this time, not as a volunteer, but as an Aunt to my newborn niece.
About four years ago, I went to San Diego with my parents and grandparents. I did the usual family tourist things, and I remember passing by the huge convention center there. Of course, I had no means of going inside but its sheer grandeur certainly piqued my interest. Back then, I saw it in passing, but in just a few months I’ll be there inside… not with my family… instead with colleagues and a handful of new faces.
There are countless places I can think of where I created memories with certain individuals that have now been juxtaposed with memories created with someone else. People will come into your life and people will go. But it’s nice to know whether or not they remain, the places will always be there.
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