A familiar stranger...

-Some days it is so hard to think of something to blog about and then other days five or six ideas come at once. On the latter kind of days what I end up producing is a rambling blog that digresses a lot and is just terrible. Similarly, on the lacking of ideas days I still produce blog posts about crap. So I apologize. It's what you get with my blog. I can't keep to one point and I don't lead an interesting enough life to tell you anything that'll actually make you want to read on. Sorry. -

I found an old photo album the other day, from before my mom was even born. There were pictures of my nan and my granddad and my uncles as small children. It was so strange to see the face of my nan like this. She was so young and beautiful yet it was almost like she wasn't....done yet. If that makes sense. I could tell that it was her, she had the same nose and eyes and mouth. But it was like looking at a familiar stranger. The woman that I knew wore large glasses and her grey hair up in a bun on top of her head. She weighed a lot more than this woman and her face was wrinkled and wider than this face that was on the pages of the photo album in front of me. It was strange as well, I could see my mom and my cousin so much in her face, yet I couldn't find any of me at all. I know that the things I inherited from her can't be seen from the outside though, like my creativity and imagination.

But it made me think. This familiar stranger looked different from my grandmother. So was she a different person herself? She was always fiery and tried to be independent, she hated that she was dependent on us for so much, so what was she like when she was fully mobile? Able to get herself into trouble without the aid of a mobility scooter. Was she even as much of a fighter back then, or did that come with age? 

When time travel is possible, and I hope dearly that it is in my lifetime. Sure, there's many places that I'd want to see, historical events and individuals, but I think, to be honest, I'd much rather meet my nan aged 18 than Albert Einstein, have a conversation with a teenage version of my mom or see how my great, great grandkids are doing in the future....

...This has been yet another pointless blog post that you couldn't care less about, brought to you by the-below-average-life...stay tuned for yet more pointless ramblings about my life....