past

Yesterday I passed through a street that runs through my childhood neighborhood. As I looked around, everything seemed the same, but also different. New stores were next to older stores I remember going into.

All the memories came rushing back to my mind. I felt different looking at everything, but I still loved this neighborhood because it was my home for so long.

A strong sense of sadness came over me as we passed by. I felt sad because I remember the painful memory of coming back here only to move out of our home. I felt that my childhood home and neighborhood were ripped away from me and I didn’t have time to deal with the loss because I had to go back to college. At the time, I don’t think I wanted to deal with the emotions because I was focused on other things.

However, as I pass through the familiar streets now, I feel the pain in my heart. When I graduated college and moved back home, I came to a completely new environment. I felt like I didn’t have a home anymore.

The past usually brings all the feelings of nostalgia and happy memories.

I feel only sadness. I look at the new buildings, the new shops and restaurants and I realize that the placed moved on without me.

Life moved on. And undeniably, I moved on too.

All I need to do is find peace with the past.