The Back Lot
In my old neighbourhood, not too far from where I used to live, there is this old abandoned lot on the corner of the street. It used to be a garage, or dealership or something, I can't remember, but years ago, 18 years at least it wsa torn down. The original plan was for a developer to build a strip mall or something there, but for some reason it was never done. The lot just sat there for years, empty, serving no other purpose except to walk across to save some time.
Earlier today, I drove by that area, and I noticed that there was fencing going up, and a sign saying that a new condo building is going to be built. That made me a little sad. You see the whole neighbourhood has changed since I have left. The olny thing that was the same, the only link to the past, was that old back lot. And now even that will soon be gone.
I guess it is something I should have expected. The lot is in prime location, and it was only a matter of time before someone decided to build there. Still I find it sad that everything always has to change. Why can't anything just remain the same? Maybe that is the problem, we don't change but everything around us does, and we just get left behind. I don't know. I guess the point is enjoy what you got now, you never know when it will go away.
Earlier today, I drove by that area, and I noticed that there was fencing going up, and a sign saying that a new condo building is going to be built. That made me a little sad. You see the whole neighbourhood has changed since I have left. The olny thing that was the same, the only link to the past, was that old back lot. And now even that will soon be gone.
I guess it is something I should have expected. The lot is in prime location, and it was only a matter of time before someone decided to build there. Still I find it sad that everything always has to change. Why can't anything just remain the same? Maybe that is the problem, we don't change but everything around us does, and we just get left behind. I don't know. I guess the point is enjoy what you got now, you never know when it will go away.
posted by The Cube at 12:39 PM
3 Comments:
Places and things aren't that important. For example: the house I grew up in got torn down after my Grandma died. I had many memories there. But- they're memories, they're not going anywhere. The house wasn't what was important. It was what I did in it that made it special :)
Yeah, tell that to someone who thinks everything has sentimental value! For some people (definitely for me) actual things that can be touched are just as important as memories & if those things are taken away, it is like part of the memory being taken away.
I guess we're all different & that's ok. Just as long as we can agree to disagree, eh.
Alis
I am reading this post at a time of really missing certain things and people and places; a certain degree of challenge always accompanies change, I think.
I have a quilt on my lap as I type that was given to me by my grandmother. I have another one that belonged to her that stays in my car and is used all of the time. It's not that I wouldn't remember her without these things, but when I look at the stiches in the quilt, I think about her hands making them, which makes it a tangible link to her. Memories can be wonderful and even vivid, but we crave the tangible because at times we long for EVIDENCE of the things, people and places that shape our lives.
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