Today was park day and we got there alarmingly* late. We only stayed for about an hour and then started the long drive back home to our house at the very edge of the world, only this time we stopped to pick up Pat, pizza, and Pepsi. Also breadsticks, but that's not as alliterative, so it should have its own fragmentary sentence, don't you think?
Here is what I thought about today: 10 years ago I was 27. Saren was 4 and Harper was 1. We lived in a brand new but cheaply built townhouse apartment where you had to make below a certain amount per month to qualify to live there. Every time we payed our rent the people in the office treated us as if living there was a privilege and we had better be good enough to deserve it. We only lived there for one year and couldn't stand it. 20 years ago I was 17 and halfway through my last year in high school. I was maudlin and thought I was depressed, but in reality I was just a little lost.
10 years from now, Saren will be 24 and Harper will be 21. 20 years from now maybe I'll have grandchildren. I don't know why time and it's relative shortness or longness always fascinates me, but it always does. Little children become big people in the blink of an eye. I can close my eyes and picture my room when I was 17; the stickers all over the mirrored closet doors, the peach colored blinds. Mysterious.
*no one was alarmed
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10 years ago, I was in university, studying a subject I didn't care about, paying attention to classes that didn't matter to my degree, drinking every night, loveless, maudlin & lost.
It's better now. No question. Time is an amazing thing.
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