This pretty much sums up the last two summers I spent in Port Alberni. Any of these things, on any given day, can bring me right back to certain moments. And I love that.
I would definitely describe myself as a nostalgic person. I am incredibly lucky to get to live with a someone who was such a big part of those memories. But when Corey and I first moved to Vancouver I used to get homesick fairly often. I used to crave a slow day in our sleepy hometown. But the longer I've been away the more I realize it's not the small town I miss, it's the way it was when we all lived there. The more I visit the less I want to go back, because I realize it's never going to be what it was. Maybe one day we'll all move back, and have bonfires with our families and lake days with our kids, and it will all be very One Tree Hill. Until then I'll have to settle for little details to be reminders of such happy memories.
When we were growing up my Mum always said how lucky we were and how special it was to have such a close bond. That we're lucky to be able to pick up right where we left off after being away from each other whether its been a week, a month, or years since we last saw each other. She was certain our friendship was a rare thing, and that it would last a lifetime. I always just brushed her off, like "Okay Mum, no need to get so sentimental. We're friends. Of course we'll never lose touch." But as the years have passed, and I've lost touch with so many people, and met many more, and lost touch with them too, I realize that my Mum was right (as usual, but don't let her know that).
