“…I took a mental picture of the moment. I looked around and thought about my life. I felt grateful. I noticed every detail. That is the key to time travel. You can only move if you are actually in the moment. You have to be where you are to get where you need to go.” #amypoehler #yesplease
As I rode through my childhood neighborhood yesterday, I thought about how that passage must’ve been written strictly for me. Lol. I watched my teenage self walk to my Granny’s salon (my weekend job) and stroll to the Family Dollar during my break. I enjoyed a ride to Citi Trends to buy school clothes with my mom. I lounged around with my then-boyfriend-now-husband as he developed rhymes and discussed music with his friend. It was a time traveling adventure!
And I was overwhelmed by the reacquaintance of it all. I was happy, curious, and anxious. Being there, in my old neighborhood, felt like I was visiting someone with whom I’ve shared everything — the laughs, the cries, the secrets, the everything! — and, by my own accord, is now my most distant friend. Yesterday, we saw each other and we smiled. We embraced. I felt decades of me hugging tight, squeezing its perfectly woven strands into my present-self while loving me enough to leave volume for the future.
It was good.