Working on a turkey farm for 9 months is not something that I wish I could do again. It was a time in life that I’m grateful that I had it, but wouldn’t enjoy reliving.
Coming back for a visit this week to the house and farm I worked at brings back mixed feelings. I once again have a feeling of nostalgia of sorts, but maybe even more than nostalgia, I have a feeling of gratefulness that I’m not in the past but that I can now make new memories here without the feeling of work here the next day.
I also started feeling a sense of wishing I could share memories with someone. Often what makes memories the best are if you have them with someone else and you can talk about them later. Since I don’t feel I have a lot of that here, something that I desire is to share the many things that I did, the drives that I made, and the places that I went with someone else. Someone who is genuinely interested in learning more about the previous lives that I’ve lived.
The turkey farm represents parts of my life that I’m grateful for and parts that I wish I could take back, but regardless, it was a part of my life that shaped me into the person I am now, and that’s something that is cool to be able to share with others.