Process of Adulthood

 Part of growing up (and I do mean the growing up that ONLY takes place in your adult years, not the years it takes reaching your adult years) is leaving things behind. You move on without them. Houses you have lived in, cities you now, live in no longer, people who become, people you use to know, making space for people you now know, simply by virtue of the fact that you have moved on. That life moves on, taking all of us along with it. I think we leave traces of ourselves behind in these such places, these such people, some holding so much emotional charge that you can barely stand to think about them any longer, yet, you know, they are never quite lost from you. We leave pieces of ourselves behind, traces of where we were, who we were.... snapshots of a process!