Yesterday I was thinking how different, maybe even unrecognizable, I am from when I was younger, specifically high school (that is the time period that is always on my mind). During that time period I went through a lot of struggles and change, moments where moments of my life were to be decided. I was thinking about how different I am to who I used to be. I wonder if people would even recognize me if I went back into time and visited.
How strange and foreign everything is, almost a different place entirely. That is the feeling I get when I am home and walking around all these moments that used to mean so much. I feel somewhere between a ghost and an alien; I can remember where I used to walk, feeling these echoes of memories, but at the same time everything is different and these differences make it seem completely foreign. The only thing I recognize is the shadows of the old memories, not the landscape, because that has changed so drastically.