"Memory is a crazy woman that hoards colored rags and throws away food."
~ Austin O'Malley ~
I feel changed from what I once was. I am grown now, in depth and heart and understanding. And places change in the same way. They evolve and transform so that what was once familiar no longer is, and what made sense to the person I once was no longer does. Old home-towns are haunted with memories. What was once one thing is now something entirely else.
I understand that everything in life is change and process and growth.
