Oh, we just get one ride around the sun,
In this dream of time.
It goes so fast that one day we look back,
And we ask: was that my life? ~Jo Dee Messina
As you may imagine, living 3 miles from the home you grew up in can often cause some unexpected memory flashbacks. The majority of the time I'm so busy rushing to work, running errands, etc that I don't even notice where I am, or what it once meant to me. But I'll have moments where I am driving to the gym and I look at the CVS and I think, wow- remember when that was a bowling alley I used to always go to? Or when I am biking down the bike trail and I remember rollerblading down the same path with my middle school friends. A few months ago Eric wanted to go to my old high school to see some of his students play, so I went back to the gym for the first time in probably 10 years and I felt like...
Was that my life?
Seriously, I just don't feel like that was the same life as this. Of course I think it's *impossible* that ten years have really passed since I was loving every moment of the senior slump, but on the other hand I am also thinking, "where even IS the gym in this school?!"
Then, this weekend Eric and I joined one of his friends for a Third Eye Blind concert. One of Eric's old friends is currently playing in the band (for this tour) so we decided to go watch them. Plus, I love Third Eye Blind. It just so happened the concert in Boston was at BC, aka my old college. I've been back several times since I graduated to visit Caroline and attend football and hockey games. It turns out it's a little different when you are going to an event meant for all students. Yikes, I felt old (I do not say this often, I am aware I am young according to most people). I didn't forget where anything was though, so that was good!
After the concert, we took a walk around the nearby reservoir with Eric's friends. On the other side there was a gorgeous view of BC, particularly of one of the gothic buildings literally towering into the clouds. The picture doesn't do it justice, dang iphone.
Despite living there for 4 years, I was still amazed by the beauty. I had another thought of, was that my life?
Then I think about teaching the kindergartners tomorrow morning and I think, how is it possible I was ever that young? And yet... I was...
Do you have "was that my life" moments? When was your last one?