"Walk By Faith, Not By Sight" 2 Corinthians 5:7
“It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist.”
That is what describes my past. A time when I was innocent enough to not understand the harsh realities of the real world. A time when the only care in the world was what Barbie Doll I was going to play with that day.
Utah is my home and will always be, no matter where I settle. It is a place of mythical being almost. Where the mountains have a certain grandeur to them and are always capped with snow. A place where evil forces lurk in numbers, riding bicycles and white dress shirts, ties, and name tags. A place where your imagination can run wild and free. It is a beautiful place, where the castle is all of Salt Lake City, where I lived. But that was ten years ago….
I have been back to the glories of the city on a couple of different occasions and have encountered change. That is what defines life, right? Change. It’s how we grow. This change, though, makes my past even more of a fairytale. I long for the times when I ran through the neighborhood with my siblings, not a care or worry in the world. A time when it was completely safe to be outside all day. I long for the times when we played pogs and marbles, built blanket forts, went on adventures to find new creepy crawlies, and the times that would vanish away as we imagined other lands. A time long-forgotten, and yet it still seems so real. I’m homesick for the past, a place that has come to pass and will only exist in my memories.