It is entirely possible to pick up the treads of an old life and keep going.

Even if you escape the familiar for a certain period of time, you can begin again.

Life is like riding a bicycle. You don’t forget how to keep on living.

After 2 weeks in Hawaii with The Brats, I am finally back. Oddly, despite all that I’ve done and seen and experienced, I feel as though I had never left.

What is it about the human mind that helps us pick up so easily where we had left off? He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named came by to hang out with me. We talked as if I had never been gone. Neither of us had changed—at least not so much that we couldn’t relate to each other anymore. We rattled away as if it was just the day after the last day we had spent together.

The mind is a tricky thing. A magnificent thing. It stores the memories of an adventure, yet allows us to put those memories aside long enough to dwell on the present. The memories are not forgotten. Just put aside.

And we keep on living.

The minute someone can offer me an explanation for that, let me know.