Recently I moved back to Vegas, having been gone for an extended 7 years. I say "extended" because it felt like more than 7 years. Paradoxically, it amazes me that I was gone that long. Returning to a familiar place, has been a daunting endeavor. As I drive down familiar streets, to familiar places, glimmers of the 35-year-old me come bubbling to my surface. Bright enough for me to both see and feel, yet veiled enough to know that it is a memory.
Much has happened for me between then and now. Life has offered me an endless vessel of learning opportunities. Some of which I grabbed; some of which floated by without detection. And one thing is clear, I have grown dramatically in these last 7 years.
In these glimmering, yet veiled moments of my younger self, I feel a duplicity. It is a swilling fusion of both the new and old "me". This assimilation allows me a perspective from which to measure the distance between then and now. Who was I? Who am I now? How far have I come? It is the perspective that only age can give you. It is a perspective for which I am thankful to have and experience.
So the streets are the same. Yet my journey down them has proven to be vastly different.
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