Monday, July 9, 2012

The Ghost Ship

Coming home to my hometown and having enough time to sink back into my place and roots inevitably conjures up all kinds of "what ifs."  What would my life be like if I had never left Homer?  If I had come back after college?  If I transplanted now? 

I see life in a linear way with a clear beginning and a clear end.  One life.  I used to think that there was a Washington me and an Alaska me.  I realize now that I take myself with me and both stories of my place fall along that singular path.  

"I'll never know, and neither will you of the life you don't choose.  We'll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours.  It was the ghost ship that didn't carry us."

-From the files of Dear Sugar

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