In the last week and a half, three separate individuals have contacted me about the same time period in the past. One called to let me know he had been in Montreal over the holidays, and drove past my apartment and thought of me. Another contacted me after finding this blog to let me know he remembered me, and was looking to set up a college reunion get together in the fall. Both of these first two contacts were very unexpected, and brought back a flood of memories.
That time in my life is filled with such a mix of emotions that I often try not to think about it. There are some I am still in contact with regularly, so they are part of my present, but for those discussions and thoughts that are clearly from that time, I try to remain silent, and inadvertently end up in my own head, forced into silence as I am lost in my own stories.
Both of these people reminded me instantly of good times from then. Happy, funny, times. I forgot about most of those, or rather had chosen not to remember as my way of staying out of the past. That usually meant only bad ones would get thought time, as those were the ones that would get triggered. How refreshing to have good ones again.
Last night another friend, one I am still in contact with regularly, suggested we meet. She and another friend were visiting Montreal, so why didn’t I just hop up there? Why not?!
I get it. I hear the signs and signals that I had apparently tuned out. The universe has essentially headbutted me into listening. Yes, it’s time to go back there. There’s a lot of good in that history, it’s time to give it air!
NOT WINTER AIR, THOUGH, THAT SHIT’S JUST CRAZY!!
I do not miss Montreal winters!!
Thank you to those who reconnected. It means more than you realize.