familiarity

You are walking around the city when, suddenly, you see a familiar face out of your peripheral. But as they turn, you realize it’s not them. In that fleeting second, there’s a hint of sadness in the recognition of change. Then, you laugh to yourself.

Wait.. why would they be here?

714 miles away from a place I once called home. A place I lived for 22 years — what once was my whole life; a presumed permanence.

But this chapter is filled with so many new faces, their presence eclipsing the old, for they have quickly become the unfamiliar, and a new familiarity is born. How can I mourn what has become unfamiliar?

I’m happy. and home. (metamorphosed)