my folks are out of town for a month and my sister's got herself officially hitched. so i've been living alone for the past couple of weeks with only joel for company.
tonight after many kind invitations from my godmother, i had dinner in the house i spent a chunk of my childhood in. tasting familiar home-cooking, using familiar cutlery and basking in a vibe that brought me way back in time to simpler days. i really should spend more time there.
after dinner i kind of hung out with my god-brothers (technically my god-cousins) who are about my age when i used to practically live in my godmother's house.
time seems to sometimes stand still in places familiar, yet somehow, decay has a way of setting into the most static of circumstances.
tonight i was Pip at 23, standing in Miss Havisham's house, remembering days past in a place that still looks and feels the same after all this while, even though the events that have passed through it have changed everything.