I have to be in Nashville on business next week. I decided to make the journey a road trip with my wife and youngest son. We are driving down over the next few days and we left our home this morning.
On our way, we decided to take a quick drive through our old neighborhood in London, Ontario. We lived there for about 18 years. My children were born in London. I did my university studies in London. I taught in London. I developed a fair amount of my professional career in London.
We moved somewhere north of Toronto about 9 years ago. The old neighborhood in London seemed quite unfamiliar to me, almost as though we had never lived there. Our first home, and the house that we built on Whisperwood, were recognizable and yet disconnected. Not really a part of my life.
We also drove by our old church, West Park, and went up to the site where the new church is being built. My goodness, it looks like a large U.S. style megachurch. The new building is huge.
The stroll down memory lane was worthwhile. I found myself thinking that a place is really just a place. When you leave, it becomes a distant memory.