Buffalo Gal

Moving to your hometown is more than the geometry of figuring out how your old stuff will fit in your new place, but the advanced calculus of figuring how your life can fit back into those whom you left behind.
I never was any much good at higher math.
People change and grow. Most find it easy to create complimentary space for an old friend or relative.
But some are locked in old roles, ideas and attitudes. The spaces are uncomfortable and tight, if they exist at all. They've assigned a unit which they believe would fit perfectly based on 20-year old mental measurements.
I don't have anything that old that still fits, and am not sure I could trust someone who did.
Even my forest green cheerleading knee socks (whose life was extended by originally owning 14 identical pair) gave it up after about 10 years. When the second last one disappeared in the dryer, I'll admit to a moment of nostaglia.
But it was also an excuse to buy some new socks that fit. As you get older it becomes abdundantly clear, one size can not fit all.

Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2005-07-20 12:28 PM Making it fit Moving to your hometown is more than the geometry of figuring out how your old stuff will fit in your new place, but the advanced calculus of figuring how your life can fit back into those whom you left behind. I never was any much good at higher math. People change and grow. Most find it easy to create complimentary space for an old friend or relative. But some are locked in old roles, ideas and attitudes. The spaces are uncomfortable and tight, if they exist at all. They've assigned a unit which they believe would fit perfectly based on 20-year old mental measurements. I don't have anything that old that still fits, and am not sure I could trust someone who did. Even my forest green cheerleading knee socks (whose life was extended by originally owning 14 identical pair) gave it up after about 10 years. When the second last one disappeared in the dryer, I'll admit to a moment of nostaglia. But it was also an excuse to buy some new socks that fit. As you get older it becomes abdundantly clear, one size can not fit all. Copyright 2005 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top