So, I am in Barrie. That's a city. It has like malls and junk.
I am visiting a friend. She came for an impromptu visit earlier today and then I did laundry at the laundromat (twenty dollars in quarters! And after I had already cashed it in I remembered the machines dispense loonies, too!)
While we were visiting she asked me if I would like to come back to her home with her for the night and I eventually decided that it would be fun so I said yes and here I am. I am currently on their futon.
It was so weird for me... I haven't seen this friend in three years. Before she drove me to Barrie we had to stop by her mother's place and it has probably been about four years since I've been to that town, let alone down that road to their house. I was kind of speechless going down that road, and I was trying to explain what a strange feeling it was being back there again but I just couldn't find any way to put it into words. I have lots more memories with this friend than I had thought I did, and it's kind of weird to think of how that never occurred to me.
My friend has mentioned to me a couple things that she thinks have really changed about her, but from my own personal viewpoint she doesn't seem that different. There are the same things that were there before, they're just... bigger I guess?
I'm starting to wonder if I've changed. If what I've perceived as personal growth has just been the same thing - a mere expansion of pre-existing traits. But maybe we are all born with certain traits and our personally is decided on which ones develop to what sizes, not which ones we had in the first place. Or maybe it's more of a combination of both.
Anyhoo, thanks to Annabel for prompting me to post this because I wouldn't have stumbled back here if not for her comment a few moments ago. And all in all, I think this post contains a few things that I'll be glad to have written down.
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