Gosh! I didn’t realize I haven’t posted anything since the beginning of November! Sorry!! I don’t know what I was doing that was so important to keep me away from this!
So as most of you know (thanks to the stalker-like nature of social media) I went back home for almost two weeks for my birthday, Christmas and New Year’s. It was a very strange experience going home. Not what I was expecting in the least. My expectation was that I’d go home, see my friends and family, and feel this sense of “home” or “inner peace” or whatever you would want to call it. Then I’d come back to Seattle and feel new, refreshed, invigorated.
So here’s what actually happened.I did get to see some family and friends and co-workers which was great. For those of you I missed, I am terribly sorry and will definitely reach out next time (if/when) I make it back to MA. Just know that if you ever want to get away, I always have place for you to stay! Anyway, so I saw all these great people, but I never felt that sense of being “home” Also remaining fully aware that their lives will go back to the way it was before I came home. I was driving around town, thinking, “why did I even come here?” Is that a bad thing? Does that make me a bad person? I don’t think so. If anything, I think it just reassured me that I had made the right decision to get out and wander. I was chomping at the bit almost the entire time to come back to Seattle. It was like being home brought up all theses ghosts that deserved to be laid to rest.
Some people believe that I took off to Seattle to escape my problems and my past so that I wouldn’t have to face them, or deal with them, or handle business (as some would say). That maybe is partially true. I took off to Seattle because I knew that I would not move on or grow as a person, or professional without making a change at this point in my life and career. There is difference, slight as it may be.
I strongly believe that things or people are in your past for a reason. I believe that you focus on the now and move forward which helps me cope with many issues in life. If you “go back” in time to try and fix, or work out whatever issue you had, it just brings a whole new box full of emotions and disappointments that belong dead and buried.
Speaking of ghosts, I had several…”encounters” we’ll call them. Now, some ghosts are fine and don’t bother you, they just make their presence known but some are just downright strange and haunting. I don’t know if there was something in the moon, or something in the water, but several men from my past had reached out to me while I was home. These are people I haven’t spoken to in YEARS (may I remind you I was with my ex for over 7 years, so more than that). It’s very interesting when you encounter these ghosts because you instantly go into this mode of “why the hell are you speaking to me?” And then the thought of “there’s a reason you’re in my past” comes forward in the pool of thoughts. The genuinely nice part of me wants to believe that they’re truly just being friendly and want to catch up. The most recent, realistic version of me, knows that they most likely had alternative plans. So I treaded lightly, and sure enough some true colors began to show and I had to bury them yet again. There were a couple ghosts that I had reached out to because I truly wanted to catch up and hang out, also remaining fully aware that their lives will go back to the way it was before I came home. My time with them was really great and I’m thankful for the time I got to spend with them.
So here I am, back in Seattle, and I was so relieved to come back last night. I just felt this comfort knowing that my ghosts are buried, I made the right decision to come here and now I can focus on the here and now, moving on to the future.