The area seems to have stood still in time, not a single thing changed except perhaps the front door entrance which looked newer than I remember. Everything though, from the gray sidewalks to the sad-looking trees, were all the same and reminded me of the cold winters I had to go through in my early years, bringing up memories which till now leave me hard-pressed to remember anything good about. It was rough not just on me but also on my relationship with my old friend as I’d slowly learned to live with his eccentricities that seemed to have been borne from his own struggles living independently and alone. Admittedly, my time there still has a bittersweet taste after all these years and, sadly though expectedly, despite our history my old friend and I haven’t been able to keep in touch. Standing on the sidewalk outside the building, with melancholy setting in, I did ring the bell to see if by some small chance anyone was there, and waited a few seconds for a sound or a sign.
No one was home – or at least no one answered.
My partner and I walked up front and around the block, recalling how much younger and poorer we were back then, and despite the trials we’d gone through as a couple, how far ahead we’ve come along. Driving away, it did seem like I could close that one chapter in my life but quickly realized how it may not be so easy. I clearly have unfinished business there that needs to be addressed and I can only hope I’d be able to make up for it eventually.