An overdose of memories
As I looked through the drawers I pulled out a bag full of dusty photographs pre-digital era … I came across some photos from my first few weeks at college and it just took me back to those days when everything felt different.. when I was a totally different person..
I remember the first time In my apartment alone and I didn’t know anyone, I went to a nearby restaurant (Bennigans) and ordered takeaway food .. as I was waiting at the bar for my food, an old drunk guy approached me and was talking gibberish and I was too scared and just kept ignoring .. he threw the stool on the floor then the guys at the bar just threw him out .. when I got my food I didn’t want to go home because I didn’t want him to know where I lived .. then I thought that physically I am a bigger guy than him so why should I be afraid .. so I sprinted back home 🙂
That wasn’t the best experience on my first day of independence .. I must say that my entire experience that semester wasn’t what I was expecting.. I’ve been to the USA twice pre-college, once with the family as an 11 years old kid and then in highschool; it was the first time that I ever travelled alone and without my family or part of a school trip .. all my experiences where very positive so I built an expectation of the place I am going to be studying in; the skyscrapers, fighting the crowd to get to uni, the coffee shops, the high-rise apartment … didn’t know that what we see on tv and experience as tourists was one thing and reality was something else!
I found a very small city (town sorta) .. with no skyscrapers but endless open space and wide roads .. My high-rise luxury apartment was a third floor apartment in a four-story building with a squeaking wooden floors and noisy neighbors .. and down town was a “bus hop” away ..
That time only one thing kept me going, knowing that I will not be here next semester .. so what happened next ? well lots and lots of memories that will take for ever to tell so I’ll skip to when I truly fell in love with what became my “home” .. that was immediately after a summer course that I took in Miami .. that sunny colourful and fun-loving city has kept me entertained for a month but our relationship just wouldn’t last long and at that time I saw myself longing for my humble third floor apartment and the freezing cold ..I fell in love again when I finally got to know it.. got to know the life over there .. got to appreciate the nature .. got to enjoy the outdoors .. that place has changed me a lot .. I am not a city boy anymore (although I wouldn’t mind) .. I loved the outdoors .. I loved simplicity .. riding my bike .. hiking .. I became part of this place!
Looking at those photos today just reminded me of the person I was and the person I became ..then a thought came to me: what if I couldn’t take it anymore? what if I gave up and just came back? who would I be today?
The butter: when life throws challenges at you, you can take them or give up .. your choice will write two entirely different life stories.