Yesterday was a day I didn’t see coming. Little did I know that on the way to the House of Raw Women I would find myself face to face with my childhood.
As I drove towards the said location I was hit with the familiarity of the things you stare at so long they become part of you. And then one day suddenly they are not part of you any more. Life goes on and you don’t have time to question why you parted from them, why you don’t miss them, how much they gave you and why you never said thank you.
The familiarity hit me so hard it grabbed me. It overcame me as I looked out the window and saw everything I once knew so well which now seemed strangely hollow. I kept driving as the tears streamed faster and faster out of my eyes at the sadness outside – at the sight of my childhood that had somehow become an empty scene on a movie set. Where did it go? Where did the people and the memories go? Where did the smells go?
The sounds of familiar voices? So much looked exactly the same – the houses, the streets, the shops and the style. Everything else was absent. Especially my mother.
I arrived at the place I had been aiming to get to and as I opened my car door and stood up I broke down and cried. I was here but where was I? Where am I now?
I managed to pull myself together and knock on the door of the House of Raw Women. Inside I had a fabulous time, the details of which you will find at the end of this post – please check it out!
About an hour later, as I sat draped in black satin, wearing red lipstick and rocking on a wooden horse my mind drifted outside to the house across the road. I fought back the tears as I realised where I was. I was standing in the middle of the ghost town of my childhood.
Across the road it was late one Saturday night. Two boys who hadn’t hit puberty yet were fast asleep as their babysitter watched television. She knew the family so well; their parents were the best of friends and she loved babysitting their children. She heard something at the window and went to look outside. She peered at the house across the road. The house was dark and it looked as if everyone inside was asleep. She gazed at the house one more time and then went to sit back on the couch again. She was fifteen years old. Little did she know.
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