Today though, I felt at peace; calm and content with my place in the world and most importantly of all, with myself.
This place meant a lot to me.
It was the first place my best friend had taken me to when I arrived and we often met there to talk about our lives and to plan our latest pursuits.
It was also the place I had come when I had no job and no options and wasn’t sure what to do next.
Whenever I came here things became clear and I made the decision I needed to make.
What decision did I have to make today? Maybe my subconscious led me here when I know I needed to do something. Today I wasn’t sure what that was. Then again, maybe I did but I wasn’t prepared to go there just yet.
As I surveyed the beautiful scenery before me I snapped a photo to remind myself of yet another trip here. I always took photos.
Pressing the button to flip through the photos I had taken, I saw my coffee cup reflected in the image and smiled at how many coffees I’d had up here. The photo was grainy and wasn’t the best shot I had ever taken but hey, it was a memory and that was all I cared about.
Nope, I still wasn’t ready to let this place go and it seems as each year passed the city itself got a firmer hold of me.
I was okay with that.
It seems my days of emotional unavailability and issues with commitment were gone.
I had grown up after all.