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Yesterday, I was running errands

for my mother, and it required me

This had to have been 2009, so a junior in high school. I remember having the time of my life, joking with all my friends. I remember they played I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas, and everyone lost their minds and tore the dancefloor up. I remember I fell in love with a boy for the first time in my life. Even if the memories are now faded and I can't quite recall everything with ease like before, I remember that feeling of falling in love. It's not one I've experienced often.

Anyway, as I was idling by the building, the song I Gotta Feeling was winding down. I realized where I was and looked up to see the building, just with that sense of nostalgia hitting me. Admittedly, I hadn't been down this road recently, maybe in the past few months, so I was shocked to see it was now in the process of being torn down. The doors and windows were boarded up. There was fencing around the property, and a truck waiting outside, as the process to remove anything inside was just starting.

I don't know why I was surprised by my reaction. I suppose a normal reaction would have been a sad sigh, or just me sitting in the car and musing to myself about the irony of it all, to hear the song ending and see the building in the process of being torn down. Instead, I felt my heart leap and my eyes beginning to water up. I ended up driving to the nearest parking lot I could and started balling my eyes out. I had a headache when I got back home, and a nosebleed right after.

These past few months and years,

I've been smothered with nostalgia.

Anyway. Pouring one out for these memories tonight, barkeep.

"I don't remember what the inside looks like, just bits and pieces. I have the name of that boy I fell in love with carved into the flesh of my mind, but I don't know where he lives or what he does for a living or even if he's still alive."

This hit me deeply. That feeling when someone is just completely and irrevocably -lost-. I deal with this myself quite a bit.

My grandparents died a couple of years ago, their flat was vacant up until a couple of months ago, when it was finally bought from a married couple expecting a second child.

I recently just so happened to be passing near their house and I had to stop; not to get a final look at their house, but to take a walk in the nearby park.

That little corner park is no big deal, mind you: propped against the railway but hidden behind a wall, a couple of swings and a dusty bench.

Still, I had to visit one of the last intact places of my childhood.

Funny how the mind works.

Cry, be sad, then smile melancholically and go on.

Cheers ~iazia, for the things we left behind

Howdy, this last paragraph reminds me of

"The girl in my inbox"

I somehow expect everyone has some of these "Sometimes I wonder what he/she is up to nowadays ..." episodes.

Cheers!

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