Then I realized there wasn't a particular restaurant where I wanted to go. It was a particular time and place I was craving.
I wanted to be back home, years ago. At least twenty-four years ago, to be exact. I wanted to hear the familiar slam of the back screen door. I wanted the rooms of my childhood home lit like evening in spring. I wanted to sit at the dinner table with my Mom and Dad, and my sister.
For a moment it felt like I might actually go there.
But, my parents don't own that house anymore. And my sister lives in a different city. As do I.
Things change, as my Great-Great Auntie Olga used to say.
Indeed.
I want to be there with you!
ReplyDeleteAw, I feel that way sometimes too. My parents had a farm in a more rural area than I'm in now. It had a certain feel about it that can't be recreated because you just can't go back in time. :)
ReplyDeleteFor me it's smells and music that transform me immediately. Orange Blossoms take me to Fillmore everytime, there's a certain smell the beach house and sometimes when I'm not there I smell it. The song "Hands to Heaven" by Breathe takes me immediately to Las Vegas where I was living when it came out. The brain is such an interesting thing how it weaves everything into our memories.
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