Old Haunts

So here I am again, sitting here at Grounds for Coffee in Clearfield, UT. I used to come here a few times a week, when I lived on the base (Hill AFB). The coffee is good, the sandwiches are good, and the atmosphere can't be beat. Now that i live in Ogden, I only get to come here about once a week, on my way to my court ordered cognitive therapy group. I'm sure there are places closer to me like this, but this is my place. Being here brings back memories of places and times and feelings that I can never get back to. They may not all be good, but they belong to me. They are part of what makes me who I am.
There are a lot of places like this in my life, all over the country and the world. It reminds me of that old saying, "You can never go back home," or something like that. It's true. The places may stay the same, at least physically, but the people, the feelings, the world always changes. One can either live in the past or change with the times. I'm looking forward now. This is the prime time of my life and I'm going to take full advantage of it.