“I just saw you sitting there, and figured I might come over and say hi.”

“No problem. Hi.”

“It’s a nice place here.”

“It is. I like it. It reminds me of home.”

“Really? Did the place you grew up in have walls like this? A carpet like this one?”

“Well no, not exactly. But it’s the whole thing, you know? Taken all together, it reminds me of being home. Specifically being younger, and being at home.”

“Huh. I know what you mean.”


“Mac and cheese is mine, I guess.”

“Excuse me?”

“Mac and cheese. It reminds me of being home. Of being younger and being home.”

“That’s pretty common, I think.”

“Oh yeah, I know. It’s a comfort food — it’s soft and warm and gooey and so it makes sense that people would like it, and feel comforted when they eat it, as they did when they were young. But it’s different for me. Even the good ones, the ones with gouda and bacon and scallots — those do it, too. There’s something fundamental, there, I think.”


“I guess so.”

“It’s strange to be reminded of home in a place like this, but then again I guess you come here only to be reminded of what you’ve left behind, right?”

“I don’t understand.”

“If we never left home, then we’d never see a place like this, right? If we never went on vacation, I mean. The only reason you leave, really, is to see what’s not like home. What’s different.”

“That’s not the only reason, though. Some people leave home for business, or necessity.”

“Right, but even then, they’re leaving because they have to do something different, right? They’re leaving because they can’t do whatever they can do at home. I’m just saying, it’s both strange and completely reasonable, when you’re farthest away from home, to find for yourself what most reminds you of where you came from.”

“No, I get it. You’re right. Are you always this reflective?”

“No! Well yes. Maybe. I think maybe that I am, but I don’t always let people know that I am. I don’t always tell a stranger, you know?”

“Well I’m lucky, then.”

“If you consider getting the chance to hear my reflections lucky, then yes. Congratuations.”

“Thank you. It’s been nice. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome.”

“It’s getting late, I guess, but it’s been nice chatting.”

“Oh, is it late already? I hadn’t noticed.”

“A bit late. I’m going to go, I think. Are you staying?”

“Yes. I will stay, a while longer.”

“All right, then. Enjoy your memories. Goodbye.”


Posted on Sunday, November 30th, 2014 at 7:20 pm. Filed under general.
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