Roaming the streets I used to walk before
The streets that used to take me home
The same streets that now make me want to explore again
Remember or imagine yourself walking on the streets of a vacation destination.
You’re probably looking around.
Interesting sculptures, different looking people, shops you’re not used to, small authentic restaurants.
You’d even take selfies with a tree.
Everything is fascinating.
Now let’s walk a road in the city you have been living in for ages.
You’re probably walking in a faster pace, almost like you have blinkers on.
The buildings, sculptors and trees you have already seen a billion times.
Nothing is interesting anymore. No more wandering around
This exact thought stroke to me last evening.
The airplane landed in Denmark.
My colleague picked up the rental car.
While he drove, I got a chance to look at the landscape that used to be familiar to me.
We drove by the cities where many of my memories are left behind.
I spent my baby years in Eastern Europe.
My youth in Holland.
But the start of my adult life, in Denmark.
First love, first heartbreak. Culinary experiences. Drunk experiences.
First job, first salary. First time not depending on my parents.
After 4 years spending in Denmark, it didn’t fascinate me any longer.
When I walked home, I was no longer interested in whatever was going on around me.
I had my blinkers on.
That’s 4 years ago.
Being back, even if it’s for a short business trip, made me emotional.
And quite honestly, I could be happy again here.
Have you ever re-turned you used to be familiar with but haven’t been to a while?
Maybe a country, a vacation spot or even your parent’s home.
What emotions does it give you?
The quote in the topic was a moment of creativeness.
I originally wanted to write a poem, but that really isn’t my thing.
If anyone feels inspired by it, feel free to finish / adjust it 🙂
I would gladly re-post it!