Sometimes I wonder if the ideals and preferred life I am working towards is simply non-existent or unrealistic. For instance, I have fond memories of my home town, a small Atlantic coast laid back beach town. So fond, I yearn for the community and positive attitude that I associate with it, where things are slow moving, but people take the time to chat, have conversations with strangers, and the weather influences more than the decision to take an umbrella into work.

I cannot help but think that perhaps my fondness has become skewed and no such thing exists. When I am able to make it back to my home town, I can see it... hidden in the small locally owned and run businesses, dwarfed by large corporate chains. Although I could go off on a rant about development of small towns causing the community and culture to go extinct, that is not the purpose of this post.

It is not as though I am suggesting to prohibit growth and change in society, but more so I cam concerned that what I am working towards does not exist. Why worry about it, you may be saying... well, because soon my time here will be done and I am considering where I would like to move onto and in evaluating the positive and negative attributes of the few places I have spent a reasonable amount of time... I return to the fond thoughts of my home town. However, it is no longer what it was and has evolved.

Evolved....

Over the years I too have evolved and life has shaped not only my experiences but my memories. I have outgrown my home town and feel lost, searching for a new place to call home. As I type this a common phrase, reminding me that focusing on the present is often more beneficial than reflecting on the past or worrying about the future...

Wherever you go, there you are.