Lost in Memories

Sitting here alone in my parents’ home, watching television, a gray sky outside, the light muted… it could have been any Saturday from my time growing up here, sitting here I am flooded with images of myself watching television, studying for high school classes, falling asleep on a Saturday afternoon…

Ever since returning from Warsaw earlier this year I’ve found myself more and more lost in memories. At first it was memories of the life just lived, the impressions of Warsaw that I found myself revisiting often. When a few months passed after living in Berkeley, I found whenever we went to San Franciso, walking around the city brought back scenes from a daily life that is now only a memory from a past now gone. When I visited New York in the Fall, again the experiences of my life there were so deeply present…

I see almost as many differences now as I see similarities to the Georgia I grew up in. It’s curious to me to see the things which were new to me since I left here are now things that people know as something which has always been here… already I am lost in memories as new experiences and memories continue to form…

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