The Ghost out of the corner of my eye...
This past weekend, I had the good fortune to see my daughter. She arrived at her dad’s house late Friday and she stayed until Sunday.
For our visit, we (her, her brother, her brother’s childhood friend, and her sister-in-law) all went down to the Coventry area for lunch and to peruse the shops.
There was a certain feel about returning to a place where I lived for so many years…bittersweet and unsettling in equal measure.
They say you can’t go home again – and it’s true. So much about this area has changed over time and it’s no longer the same. Yet, going there with my daughter felt good and the ambiance was more about memory than actual feel. We had fun and it made me miss my daughter even more than I already do.
There was a part of me that wanted to plop down in the courtyard and start writing a long letter to Erin, or grab a coffee and read the NY Times – or some wonderful book...there is a part of me that misses the area, the people, and the atmosphere…but again I think I am reliving memories vs. actually getting a true compass reading.
For our visit, we (her, her brother, her brother’s childhood friend, and her sister-in-law) all went down to the Coventry area for lunch and to peruse the shops.
There was a certain feel about returning to a place where I lived for so many years…bittersweet and unsettling in equal measure.
They say you can’t go home again – and it’s true. So much about this area has changed over time and it’s no longer the same. Yet, going there with my daughter felt good and the ambiance was more about memory than actual feel. We had fun and it made me miss my daughter even more than I already do.
There was a part of me that wanted to plop down in the courtyard and start writing a long letter to Erin, or grab a coffee and read the NY Times – or some wonderful book...there is a part of me that misses the area, the people, and the atmosphere…but again I think I am reliving memories vs. actually getting a true compass reading.
posted by Colette at 2:50 PM
2 Comments:
Every time I think of that area, I think of you. That weird basement apartment you had. Hanging out at Arabica, or dinner at Tommy's. Sometimes I'm amazed at how much time has gone by.
that apartment was weird, lol
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