Reinventing me

This isn’t the first time.

A little over fourteen years ago, two days over fourteen years ago, in
fact, I packed my bags and embarked on a life-changing journey. I
honestly didn’t know what awaited me once I arrived. Things proceeded
at a remarkable pace, incredible; a cascade of events one after the
next. A new country, a career restart, marriage, children. Times
change. Time changes us. We grow, in directions we least expect,
evolving, changing. After a dozen or so of those years, I took stock
of where I was, again; in terms of my career, just about back to where
I had begun. Nothing else however could ever be analysed for parity.
The person I was at the start of that journey, the person I was at
that point, the person I am now, none of those things match. None of
those can be compared with each other.

Somewhere around nine months ago, just a week or so short of that, in
fact, I packed my bags and embarked on a life-changing journey. This
time, I honestly thought I knew what to expect once I arrived, but was
soon to be astounded. Things proceeded this time at a pace beyond my
understanding. I learnt more about her, about myself, about us, in
days, hours, minutes, even seconds, than I had in months before.
People change. People change us. We find love, from directions we
never predicted, never knew existed. Universal forces are apparently
at work, bringing us to experiences we have never known before.
Nothing this time could have any equal, unlike anything from before.
The person I had become at the end of that journey would always be
incomplete without her. Nothing can be compared to that.

And then, almost two months ago, ten days short of that, in fact, I
packed my bags once again; another journey, with no illusions this
time; impacting, changing the lives of several people. That this
journey occurred at all was nothing short of a miracle; what would
follow as a result of that journey would be a dizzying array of
difficulties, outweighed by spectacular sentiments previewed those
months before, yet now brought into tight focus. Our feelings change,
and feelings change us. Emotions like love and companionship which we
thought we understood open up, like budding flowers, and yield more
and more to us with every day that passes. Every passing day exceeds
yesterday and will be surpassed by tomorrow. The person I am is still
growing, still learning, still discovering. Nothing can prepare a
person for this.

Starting all over again. Reinventing themselves.

Reinventing me.

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About darlingman1970

Born in the UK and a graduate in mathematics from Cambridge University, Chris Nash has followed a career in software engineering which he continued after moving the United States in 1996 and now brings him to California in 2010. However, Chris does not want to be considered as merely a code monkey, and has always been interested in writing; in areas as diverse as factual technical manuals all the way through to fiction. An avid reader, Chris is a fan particularly of mystery novels and enjoys above all the works of Agatha Christie and David Hewson. Chris has recently gone through some significant life changes which, at the moment, he is considering as the basis for a forthcoming novel and as food for thought on his blog. He manages to couple his loves of writing and technology and is particularly interested in how internet innovations have an impact on the writing and promotional process. Chris is a firm supporter of Creative Commons and other 'open' initiatives and believes strongly that such distribution mechanisms are the "right" way to handle intellectual property in an evolving digital world. Chris is a keen Nintendo DS and Wii player in his spare time, and is currently happily attached, living in the Central Coast area of California. Find him on Twitter as @darlingman1970. Don't ask him how old he is.
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One Response to Reinventing me

  1. Chris Nash says:

    Starting all over again…

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