tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18171692.post8995223589308086500..comments2023-10-03T12:20:53.726-04:00Comments on ¡Cecilieaux!: To Return, Perchance To StayCecilio Moraleshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05283375962527765787noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18171692.post-90890508384203527022014-08-24T23:08:10.719-04:002014-08-24T23:08:10.719-04:00When I went to CA and met some young (35-40'is...When I went to CA and met some young (35-40'ish) friends of my niece's, I overheard one say "she never left home" in a way as if I was from outer space. The friend was from Brazil and all the others had widely traveled and lived overseas. <br /><br /> Never mind that I left home just after my 18th birthday and lived some decades away in two nearby towns before returning to this home. Despite the five mile radius of my entire life, every chapter of it is a nearly dead and buried existence. Chunks of active relationships with hundreds of people are gone layer upon layer. So whether one travels thousands or five miles through life, yes you are right, you can't go back. Except for the occasional happenstance of meeting someone along the way in a pleasant interlude, everybody lives in the present. <br /><br />I suppose to counteract melancholia it is a good thing.Anne Malcolmnoreply@blogger.com