This weekend we went back to my alma mater. Between going to the basketball game and the art museum exhibition, I stopped by my old stomping grounds... passing by my old freshman apartment. It was already dated when I went (clean, but dated), so adding a few years or even, say, 50, doesn't change it all that much. There was a printer now in the basement lobby, but other than that, by all essentials, it was the same. And if you were to come on cleaning day, you would assuredly smell the same vinegar and lysol cleaner smell. Two girls walked out of my old apartment, and other than height, weight, and hair color, they looked exactly like I once did. I even stood by the same tree that my roommates and I had once taken pictures by and it was... just the same. It was all the same... a new generation doing and being exactly the same. It seems as though I could step through a time portal and somehow be back exactly where I was. Or actually, it seemed more like I shouldn't even need a time portal to step back... I should still be there.
The only difference was that now I was standing, looking at myself in the mirror outside the door with two children by my side (and another one with my husband). And the two children called me "mom" (which still sometimes wierds me out). And I am now over 15 YEARS older. WHAT!?
But I guess it's okay, because after that we went to the creamery for ice cream, which I never used to do because I couldn't afford it back then.
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