I've never liked posting song lyrics, but I do love good poems and literature, and in that vein, I give you this quote from Proust:
How paradoxical it is to seek in reality for the pictures that are stored in one's memory, which must inevitably lose the charm that comes to them from memory itself and from their not being apprehended by the senses. The reality that I had known no longer existed... The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. None of them was ever more than a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years.
PS: I realized this week that I've given up on Seattle, in a certain way - I'm so certain that people will patch over the tiny hole I've left that I'm making no effort to reach out to people in a rather self-protective way, so that I won't have to deal with being hurt by having other people be so much more important to me than I am to them. I can't tell how things will change in two years, but everyone will have moved forward and I'll be stuck remembering things like having lunch at Bakeman's with someone who's moved to New York, and getting loving hugs in a bar full of drag queens while I waited my turn at karaoke. I feel like I can't hold anyone tight so I've thrown them all in the air and am waiting to see how they will land when and if I return. Lots of time is left for people's opinion of me to change, vanish, or wither. I wonder which will stay and which will prove as transient as cherry blossoms?