wonder

I remember a house like a lot of houses,
a yard like a lot of yards,
on a street like a lot of other streets.
I remember how hard it was growing up
among people and places I loved.
Most of all,
I remember how hard it was to leave.
And the thing is,
after all these years
I still look back in wonder.

getting somewhat nostalgic on the way up this hill. i was trying to figure out the reason why i travel. i probably is because of the hyper awareness that i feel and the chance that i can actually remember a moment of time.

a month before i left i got to reading a slew of wonder years scripts and the a week ago a met a teacher at 131 while i was there (ms mund? /sic/ anyone have her). it got me thinking, i really dont have too many particular moments i remember back from junior high.

sure i played alot of nintendo, and uno, and monopoly... a whole lot of monopoly. remember going to chatam on saturdays and then to donnell on sundays. the grand street train was messed up. i remember all my teachers, the layout of the school and each of the classrooms. but those are all habitual, no particular moments.

i am hoping the culmnation of my travel experiences dont meld together like that. the fact is that everything before junior year in uni sorta gets clumbed together with the exceptions of one or two actual moments.

since, at least, i have a tip top meomory. though most of what i remember is in relationship to travel. remember crisply more than half the days ive been on the road (minus hostel names, a handful of meals, and long bus trips -- those really feel the same).

coupled with moments at home that i remember, weddings, the odd bbq, waking up and thinking what did i do, good days and bad days. ive done pretty well with life.

this of course only means one thing. i need someone to talk to because my mind wanders too much.