It's crazy, and a little dangerous! Just cruising along, minding my own, and a strange, random, but super vivid memory just throws itself right smack in my path - zero warning!
Returning to a place that very much stays the same (Thousand Oaks) when I've changed so much is eery... land mines of situations, interactions and feelings a constant threat to my present train of thought. It's bizarre, I find myself almost weary at times, waiting for these borrowed memories to jump out at me again. I say borrowed because even though they are my memories, they don't feel like mine. That Brandi, she's so not this Brandi and that one seems like a million years ago.
It's great though, I'm so proud, like the parent of a toddler that successfully climbs into the big rocking chair for the first time on her own, I practically jump up and down and clap my hands in praise for myself thinking, "Good job, Brandi! Look how much you've grown and how far you've come! I'm so proud of you!"
So silly.
