Thought I’d say hi. It’s been awhile. Today, it’s raining cats and dogs outside so most of my plans have been cancelled and I didn’t go out much except to go buy food at the corner store.
Here I am inside just relaxing, browsing old files on my computer. Among some old photos, I found these two taken more than 20 years ago, where I grew up in the countryside, sometime in the middle of April after a snowfall.
There were our cars, many trees surrounding us, our garage, and snow… Lots of snow.
With the sound of the rain behind me looking at these old photographs, even if they didn’t have much to show, hit me with a wave of nostalgia.
Now I’m a middle-age person living alone in a tiny apartment in one of the most populated cities in the world, yet it feels so lonely at times.
I was looking at all the pictures I found along with these two. I couldn’t help to remember my days is back in high school when I was living with my family in a big house and plenty of space around us. Yet even then I often felt lonely. I was always thinking and acting a little bit differently than the people around me. I was a black sheep. I’m still like that today.
My parents were always working late and my sister was much more sociable than I am as she was out all the time. Almost every day I stayed home alone just passing time playing games and toying with my beige boxes. Fortunately, there were some people that could chat with online.
I didn’t have many friends back then. If I ever were to spend time with other people, it was with my family. I remember spending nights together, like going to the video store, rent a movie, buy a pizza, drive home, and just spend a couple of hours together having a good time. I tend to fight a lot with my mom and my sister, but in those times, it was peaceful.
Those are good times to cherish, but memories are meant to be remembered, not to be lived in. These days I have different friends, and I do different things and I find different ways to have fun.
To what lies ahead…