21 January 2010

past pending.



It's impossible to run away from the past, I've decided. You can change skylines and your way of living completely and still be haunted by the past on a daily basis; on an hourly basis, for that matter. I recently changed my life almost entirely. I moved back home, leaving behind my friends, roommates and other relationships. I left behind the life I was accustomed to and fond of.

I jumped ships. Now on this new vessel, I can't help but think about my old shipmates and miss the comfortable, familiar cabin I used to call home.

Changing all those things just made the past more present. I am unable to allow myself to enjoy this transition because running from the situation was not the answer. I tried to escape the emotions and issues, I believed the absence would help me forget.

But I have done the opposite of forget.
I think about it constantly, replaying the past and creating the future in my head.

This move was pointless, but necessary.
I keep hearing a voice telling me the all annoying "everything happens for a reason." And it's true.

So now what? I made the move, so I have to make the transition internally as well. I will never forget my life in Gainesville and all my experiences, but it's time to move on. Time to let go. Time to grow up.

I had overstayed my welcome.
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On a similar, yet side, note of pasts lingering, I went to the library in my hometown trying to entertain/distract myself. I signed up for a library card, thinking I wasn't on file, only to find out that I already had an account and fines to go with it. The teenager Marcella was reminding the present Marcella she existed.

1 comment:

Chelocean said...

I just discovered you have a blog! Amazing! Maybe you'll inspire me to start a new one.

I'm so sorry to hear you're going through some rough times. I've been there, chica, and it's hard to imagine what comes next. But in my experience (and this is also totally trite), the best things happen when you least expect them to...and they are things you never even imagined would happen. For all you know, you could be working as a fisher(wo)man on the Pacific next year. Life is full of the crazy and unexpected.

But know that you always have a friend in me and that I love you to bits, and if I end up staying in NY long term, we are going to reignite our sad kindling of a friendship when you get here.

I LOVE YOU DAISY!