Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Eating My Words

Fourteen years ago, when I was young and footloose, fancy free and all sorts of other clichés, I moved overseas. I spent 6 years living on 3 different continents and was fortunate enough to see the world through a constantly shifting set of parameters. Now, having been back in Canada for 8 years, those experiences seem further away, dulled somehow by the realities of time and kilometers and a busy life in the present. And then, suddenly, some event, some sensory moment will bring that buried past hurtling quickly and sharply in front of my eyes. And for a moment I will hold hands with my old self and bridge a wide divide.

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Helen E.M. Wright said...

Good point!!
You could totally live in my bubble as I'm thinking of having mandatory must live in another country for at least 2 years!!