To Be Associated With Brighton
Can a person define a place?
I used to think so. I had places and people very firmly connected, especially if that person was no longer around. And in those instances places that I had visited became ours through our shared experiences, rather than just mine.
I was allocating people to locations as I travelled through life.
And needed new places for new people to build new memories.
So I rarely looked back, unless perhaps to think of someone and to reflect for a while.
But it seems to have changed. The mould, it would appear, has been broken. Though I'm not sure how.
I can share, create memories and move on now without fear of association. The cities and buildings, towns and beaches are now mine. Mine, to enjoy with whom I chose and to revisit when I wish.
A change of mind-set perhaps, a realisation that selfish does sometimes beat selfless and that owning a place important to me in my mind beats giving it away every time.
My favourite places are now full of memories as well as hopes for what is yet to come. They still remind me of moments but now excite me as well.
And the people I am reminded of sit comfortably in my mind rather than in places that I once thought of as ours.