A decade
...someone made me think at the weekend. She pointed out that it is eleven years since she left home. I had not really thought about it until then. Eleven years is a long time really. It seems like just yesterday that my mum, dad and brother were packing up the car and sending me off to university. My whole life in the back of Dad's bright red Cavalier. When I consider the lives of others I know who left at the same time, off into the world to do the same things, the path of their lives seems so much different. Of the people I know, they all still have a place that's recognisable. Parents still together, or at least one of them in the same house. Nothing much has changed for them. My life however bares very little resemblance to my life then. So much has changed for us all. Marriages, divorces, families built and rebuilt. Friends coming and going. Every relationship I had back then has changed... I know that is inevitable but just seems like everything. Nothing has remained. Nothing is constant. When I think back to then and how everything seemed easy, I remember how convinced I was about the way life would go. The things I truly believed would happen. The naivety of youth I guess. As I say - a decade+ it is a long time. A long time to turn away from and not remember.
