You can never go back, never go back...

You can never go home again.

I tend to overthink things.
That is an understatement.
And it is also a preface.
Of which I am very fond.
(Prefaces- not understatements)

A wedding today. Of a close friend. Finally hitting home the fact that time moves on. Even when you feel you're standing still. Such an odd disorientating sensation. Sure you glance out the window every once and a while and see that perhaps the leaves are turning, the cinema you used to frequent now a pile of rubble, fields and woods now cookie cutter condominiums. But that's all detail. Outside the bubble. Surrounded by the familiar and the comfortable, a barrier against time is formed. A spaceship traveling at light-speed. The outside world whizzing by, but those inside are seemingly unaffected. High school easily could have been yesterday and who knows, perhaps it will be tomorrow as well. So comfortable living in denial of time. Cracks may appear, as they do in any structure built against something that can not be withheld, creating suction and tension- breaking the seal. But spackle is quickly applied and the structure is once again sound.

Sara married. My best friend from middle school through high school. The gang. We're all grown up. Finally realizing that the past has past. There is no going back. High school is just a memory. It's time to move on.

New York marks a step forward. Off this circular track I've been running on for the past, who knows how many, years of my life.

Don't get me wrong. I'm beyond excited for this move. New York hold adventure, friends, and my path to the future.

But I'm currently undergoing a state of mourning. For my past. Which I must now leave behind. It hurts, but it's ok.

It's good to feel every once and a while.