Soccerchic Scribblings

A walk down memory lane...

I found an old friend today. You see, I was going through past e-mails looking for something that I had written years ago. I never did find the message, but I found pieces of me scattered throughout my sent items. The funny thing is it did not seem like me at all. It was like that déjà vu feeling when walking into a coffee shop. You feel like you've been there before, but you cannot really place a finger on the finer details.

It amazes me how much someone can change in a few years time. I was just 19 years old when I moved out of my parent's home across the country to live in Medicine Hat, Alberta. I feel like a sequel to my life started with that 30 hour drive. You see, up until that point I had done the expected thing, as I saw it. I lived with my parents, had a part-time job while working at my college education. I attended the church I grew up in, had the same friends that I had made mud pies with, and generally life was a long highway with a few curves and dips, but pretty much predictable. It's not that I didn't dream big; I did. I had huge and lofty goals of changing the world. I didn't want the normal and ordinary life, I wanted something far bigger than that.

November 2005. I leave home, my friends, my comfortable and somewhat predictable life and head across the country on the biggest adventure I'd ever been on. I felt that rush of actually being the person that does something, instead of just talks about what they are going to do. And you know what; it was far beyond anything I could have imagined. The Hat will always be an awesome memory preserved in my mind as the most perfect experience. I know I'm most likely looking back with rose coloured glasses, and painting the entire experience into a picture where I control the pattern. Yet I like it that way. I know it would never be entirely the same if I went back, but I am content to have it as that perfect adventure in my life.

July 2006. My office relocates to London, ON. This month marks the third anniversary of being in London. I would have never imagined when I drove down the long street leading to my new home that I would still be here. In fact, I never had any intention of being here longer than a year. Yet here I am three years later marvelling at whom I have become and where life has taken me so far. I must admit, I feel rather stagnant. Three years seems a little too long to settle down in one place at this point in my life. Part of me craves that wonderful feeling of moving to a place where nobody knows you and getting to start completely over.

I sit here and wonder what the old me of so many years ago would have thought if she could see the person she became in a few years time. I wonder if she would have been happy with that outcome, or disappointed. Did I live up to her expectations or surpass them? Maybe I will never know, but I'd like to think that she'd be impressed at who I've become.

Labels: Ramblings

posted by Adventures of a Girl @ 4:15 PM