It’s like leaving my house and then coming back to find my mom had cleaned my room and put things where they’re not supposed to be. Or an older sibling borrowed something, and I have to go and ask for it back to the response of, “What? Oh, uhm let me find it” but they never find it, and I feel violated that something of mine was literally taken away and lost. Then from old habits, when I want that thing whether it’s to use it or look at it, the only remains of that object is the dusted silhouette of where it used to be, and only I know what’s supposed to be there whereas everyone one else would wipe the dust away.
One of my greatest fears of leaving the States was that I would be missing from this life that I was born into and lived through up until I was 23. I would disappear and then everyone will continue their life without me, the world will keep spinning, and everything with everyone will move on, except I won’t be in it. Some non-tragic scene like that, with a camera looking in through the backseat window while I’m looking outside with a nostalgic look on my face. I’m going through a place that was familiar to me, and a voice over will say, “Robert Frost once said, “In three words, I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life ‘It goes on’.” *Add snarky or life realization comment that I can’t think of right now*
You see, time does some very strange things, especially when you’re gone for a few years. I always have that smile and give polite nods when I didn’t understand a Japanese conversation when I first started living in Japan, and when someone uses the words “ratchet” or “trolling” here I feel that familiar smile and nod. I’m not old, but I feel old when I say “hyphy” and have to explain the meaning of it.
“You know, E-40? Ghost ride the whip?” I tried to explain using names and phrases.
“uh…what?” M said, and then I realized that he was gone for 4 years as well and missed a chunk of Nor Cal culture.
When I try to “catch up” with people, I realize how weird it is to explain these stories that have made up my life for over 2.5 years. I have to explain the long way of “this is how it is in Japan” and “this is why this was so amazing” to me, otherwise, they wouldn’t understand the cultures I was submerged in, or the experiences I’ve gone through. Sometimes they still don’t and have either an awe of “Wow…you were gone for that long outside of California?” or they would have a look of boredom of “Yah, yah, we get it, you were gone from California.” Every once in a while I’ll see the, “Yah! I totally get you! When I was abroad…” and even though we were in completely different places at completely different times, we were able to connect in our experiences.
In reverse, some people would be explaining their stories of that one time in that one place that I know, and do I remember so and so? Well now he or she is doing this, and it’s so crazy! Everyone looks generally the same. Some look a little older, a little rounder, a little smaller, a little more tired.
The way things are supposed to be, the way things are supposed to feel, they’re generally the same, but something is different. I’m living in a house I grew up in, but the feeling is different. I went to my college town and the places are where I left it, but the people inside are different, and the stories overlap the life I lived there. Even the cities I was born and grew up in. My family left the one bedroom apartment in Echo Park because the city was gang infested. We left Monterey Park because of the bullies and inadequate teachers at school, and that one time an ambulance came by our next door neighbor’s house. Los Angeles was still a raw city. In some ways it still is, but the old things that I remembered either disappeared or grew. The gang communities turned into hipster communities and art districts.
What is going on? I’m trying to grasp at things that I remembered, that I once knew, to find some comfort in my transition back. I’m beginning to feel that there is nothing to grab but old memories and habits, and I have to let those go too.
It’s time for me to wipe the dust.