Stranger To Myself

This is written during a brief hiatus from blogging, when I had no internet connection for three weeks

I’m back to where I originally started and it feels strange, it’s like I’m having another culture shock again. I have to explore ways that are not familiar with me because I’ve been away for a while. Last Tuesday I went downtown to register at the city hall. I’d forgotten what it looked like and I was amazed by the marble floors and pillars, the canals and terraces surrounding this beautiful old building.

I was warned about having to wait for some time but I feel they didn’t keep me waiting that long at all. I guess ‘long’ means ‘hours’ to me but this only took 20 minutes. The woman opposite of me was very friendly and she answered all my questions, even the odd ones. I had to take the bus there but it was a nice trip, a trip down memory lane. So much has changed ever since I moved, so many new buildings and shops.

This place used to be my home once but I realise it isn’t anymore. I’m reliving memory after memory which is funny in a way but scary at the same time. I recognise parts, for some odd reason they’re mostly statues which I used to climb and parks where I used to play. I saw the fences I used to sit on and hang from that have been there ever since I was a child. And next to it the building where we had gymnastics.

I cycled yesterday, after a long period of having the bicycle in storage I could finally cycle again. The weather was amazing and I cycled passed all the things that brought back these childhood memories.