It has been a week since I have returned from Poland, and I keep hoping to run into my grandma and grandpa as I wake up and head to breakfast. Going back there, now as an adult, the view is different.
Last time I was in Poland, I was 19. Still in college, dating someone that seemed right at the time. Pursuing a road I was not sure of, forgotten behind the mask I had worn so long. Last time I was in Poland, I think to myself that I was a child. I had yet to overcome the most difficult losses I have ever experienced. Yet to accept the tragedies in my life. Yet to, really be honest with anyone about my story.
This time around, I am 21. I am married, recently unemployed, a year out of college, and yet it seems like so many more then 2 years have gone by. I have cried more times then I can remember, and I have laughed more still. My husband, knows my story completely and loves me because of it. My parents know me more each day; we are honest about our shortcomings. We are proud of our successes. My family is in one solid piece, and we have fought to come this far.
I look around, and laugh. Because, while so many things remain the same at my grandparents house, we have changed. The pictures are exchanged in their frames and desk drawers. Hidden away are the memories of the past. They look at me and see a woman, and yet really know nothing about how I became one. I look at them and see refuge. They did not have to hear about the pain I endured.
I look at these pictures and am reminded that a simple changed in perspective gives a whole different outlook. I look at these pictures and recognize, what one may deem as ordinary, another will showcase as beautiful.
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