I flew home for a few days...
I took a walk through the streets in old town Lafayette. I have always found it beautiful there. When i have imagined growing old, it has always been in a place much like that. Each house unique and special in its own way. The streets are quiet and the cement sidewalks cracked and uneven. The people are simple, most families with kids, middle class, honest, hard working and for the most part, content with life in this place.
As a girl i would ride my bike up and down the streets in this area, wondering about he people, the architecture, and the stories that filled the walls of each house. I would dream about my house, kids, and what stories would fill the walls of my home. I still wonder....
I was thankful for the company i had as i walked down the streets from my childhood. This time though, i was not the same girl, with innocent hopes and dreams. I was a women with certainty, intention, excitement, and surprisingly still full of hope.
My friends were there to love me, to welcome me home and remind me of the Elizabeth M i have been to them. It was comforting being in places i knew, with people i loved. Much has still changed however, we are all different in so many ways. But even in the changes that have taken place i see that there is still comfort in who we all are and are still becoming.
I sat near a garden and breathed in the cool crisp air. When evening came and I ventured back and i felt a strong sense that this is a place, i will find myself again.
