Phases and Amnesia
It’s just about the dawn of a new phase of life. You’ve just about saved enough to get a place of your own and the journey into searching for the perfect apartment begins.
If you’re like many, you probably tried to move to a different part of town. It’s not because the people you’ve been staying with are bad people.
It just would feel a lot let less independent if you were bumping into the same faces you’ve always seen.
This is your Bar Mitzvah of sorts, the beginning of a buffet of “adulting”
But then, I digress.
In your search for a house, you’ve probably experimented and seen firsthand the horrors and wonders of house agents who send you pictures of exquisite placeams only to take you to places just mere whiffs away from slums.
You soon realize it’s a dog-eat-dog world for them and soon learn to assert your choices even if it probably costs you a little more than when you started out.
But then again, this isn’t about house-hunting or agents.
It’s about the first set of eyes with which you looked upon the area which you finally chose. It is how you may have struggled to describe it to persons who wanted to visit.
It’s about how you had to learn where the shops and stores that provided the services you needed were located within that new area.
That was you learning, unlearning and relearning.
With the passage of time, it becomes home to you and etches a deep-grooved notch in your memory.
It becomes part of you.
It becomes you.
However, the wheel of life turns and you can afford something different, bigger and better.
You don’t practice the Dark Arts, but can almost say you left a bit of yourself in the Horcrux of a door or cabinet.
You leave, albeit emotionally and tell yourself you’ll always remember the place of firsts.
You never actually do, but you never really forget. It comes up in conversations, but with the passage of time, the rooms that were once painted white begin to look like grey in your mind’s eye.
As you progress in life, you run that cycle of moving places a number of times, though now more comfortably and soon the stories of different places begin to bleed one into the other and it would take a clear documentation or someone who was there when it all began to correct the error.
In absence of either, the error stands and becomes fact.
And if by chance, life gives you a chance to return to that place where it all began or one of the places , you may find it so altered by time , that it may end up altering the untainted memories you have left.
So take pictures, live in the moment, breathe it in and document when you can.
Life comes at you fast and compresses so much in so little time.
The phases will come but amnesia can be kept at bay if only we remember the right things.
Excelsior, my friends, Excelsior!!!
