“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.”
~Henry David Thoreau
As I looked out across the bluish-green waterway that separated me from a place I once called home, I swear I could see her. Stoic and strong and so deep in thought—her gaze passed right through me and out into the Gulf. Only a moment ago I was her. Now, she is me.
My former building, with its breathtaking waterfront views, looked just as I remembered it— beautiful then, beautiful now—unaffected by the passage of time.
Venturing closer, my fear falling away, I stood at the entrance on the red brick road that long ago lead me to my door and this temporary home.
Something caught my eye as I stood taking it all in—the name of my building emblazoned on a parkway sign. Courageous it read, and I wondered aloud, “Did I know that then?” It escapes me now, but how very apropos considering all the twists and turns my life would take as I journeyed away from this place.
As I moved behind my building and out onto the pier, I could almost hear the sounds of Pat Metheny playing on my turntable and floating down from my lanai. The Pelicans were perched in old familiar spots, and some were in mid-flight, ready to dive into the Bay’s tepid water in search of their next meal.
My time travels next took me to the Tampa television station where I once worked, reporting and anchoring the news. Most of my former colleagues have long since moved on, but at least one dear friend remains and my visit with him in the building where I once hustled through the hallways on deadline, proved to be a wonderful capstone to my journey down memory lane.
There will always be an aspect of the bittersweet when you go back to a place of your past, but it can also be freeing, and yes, even fun. I’m grateful to Mr. Right for suggesting we take that detour and I can tell you, unequivocably, that yes, you can go back again. That is something that truly makes me smile.
Wishing you a wonderful weekend! Hope you find countless reasons to smile!