this is going to be the most random blog post ever... ever... in the history of blog posts

sitting here on my backporch I am remembering sitting on my other backporch on mount pleasant road, actually pearce road off of mt. pleasant road and I ran into this lady the other day, I knew I knew her somehow but I couldn't for the life of me figure out how and then it slowly dawned on me as I stood with her ruminating in the aisles of 'sunny farms' that we lived across from each other, our kids played together oh so many moons ago on pearce road and I remembered sitting there dreaming out of my side window and writing my blogposts then and looking out the window at Canada and listening to the crows that sounded like old men burping or hiccupping I didn't know and thinking about our chickens down in the field and listening to our kids play downstairs or outside or with the neighbor girl briana and planting plants and having to kennel mojo because otherwise he would tear up the house when we were gone. it's starting to seem like a long time ago although it was only 5 years ago but 5 years is starting to feel like a very long time indeed, long because why? why does time start to feel long? is it because I have stayed in one town longer than I have almost ever in my entire life. I have moved at least every year or every other year for the majority of my life. I was born in Canada, we lived maybe 2 or 3 years in each house, we moved to highland park/east L.A. and lived there one year, we moved to Topanga and lived there one year, we moved to cobalt, Connecticut and lived there one year, we moved to NYC and lived there 2 years, we moved to Topanga and lived there two years, we moved to England and lived there 1 year, we moved back to Topanga and lived there 1 year I went to college and went back/forth from new York for 4 years, I moved near Magic Mountain in the valley of los angeles for 1 year, I lived in Wimbledon, London, England for 1 year, I moved back to California for 1 year, then I moved to Colorado and promptly moved at least every year on and on and on and on. so yes, I am used to moving a lot. and yes, this is probably the first time in my whole life that I have pretty much damn near lived in/around the same TWO areas (the Olympic peninsula and Gunnison, Colorado) for close to 5 years and that is a record breaking move. so it does feel weird and i'm not sure if it's making me feel old staying in one place too long or young. I don't know. I think moving keeps you young in many ways but I also think staying in one place and developing deeper friendships keeps you young, too. maybe deepening friendships makes time move faster. maybe slowing down enough and not moving so much makes time seem longer, spread out. maybe events from the past recede even more slowly when you stay in one place until one day, when you stop and realize it's been 5 years since you lived in that other place, you suddenly wonder what you have been doing for the past 5 years in the same town and can't quite remember it all and so you think you've lost time. I don't know. all I know is... it's weird. but somehow I am glad for it. glad that I can bump into someone who meant something to me 5 years ago and who still remembers me and somehow reaffirms that that part of my life did exist at one point. when you move a lot, you start to think that the past never really existed at all except in your imagination. so it's good to realize that what you experienced once did really happen after all and you are still the same person after all and maybe that's how you can feel young after all, too. I am still that person sitting on my back porch 5 years ago, musing over the same thoughts in a slightly transformed form 5 years later. we don't change that much, after all. which can be a good or a bad thing if you think about it too much. and I tend to be the kind of person who thinks about things too much. but I don't mind.