I had a bit of a walk down memory lane last night (actually it was a bus ride but what does it matter!).
I was going to see my mum after work last night so after a quick stop in Ilford I jumped on the bus and started the journey to my childhood home. It was weird really because I go there pretty much every week and they are roads that I drive down all the time, but being on the bus just started to spark off so many memories. Maybe it was just because I had time to actually look at what was around me rather than driving past and break-neck speed and singing along with the radio!!
Going past Uni I had flashbacks of sitting in the car park eating Twinkies, getting drunk and passing out in the bar toilets, Thursday night politics lectures, student sit �ins, and bunking off lectures and seminars to sit in the bar, or in the sun if it was summer. And of course Uni was the place where I met the girl that would become the missus, our favourite piece of furniture, and Beanie. Three of the best mates a girl could ask for.
My journey down memory lane continued on from there to Parsloes Park. The scene of many days in the pool in summer as a kid, the place where I used to walk Charlie � the dog of my very first serious boyfriend, the very first time my heart was shattered. Then through Becontree � past my nan and granddad�s old house and thoughts of granddad telling the same story about how he saw a ghost during the war (he always used to tell it at Christmas when �Ghostbusters� was on TV) and him teaching me to play the organ/piano. Past the Function Hall where I used to have dancing lessons and where I became friends with Bec at the age of 11. Past the chippy, the off licence and the bus stop where Peter first kissed me (he wasn�t a heartbreaker but there are memories there none the less). And then eventually to the Church Hall. The place I spent every Wednesday night from the ages of 7 to 18 involved in Guiding.
Its funny but I couldn�t imagine being away from the place that holds so many memories. But I guess at the end of the day they can go anywhere with you as long as you keep them stored in your head and in your heart.
You�re probably wondering by now what the hell I�m rambling about but I just have this over-whelming urge to pack up and move on. Go somewhere that doesn�t hold any history for me and start over again. I don�t even know where any of this is coming from or whether it will even come to anything. Who knows? It�ll probably pass just as quickly as it arrived. But I�ve said it and its out there and that�s enough for now.