Forgetting S.N. (FSN) Travel Series – Prologue
So the title is in imitation to the movie/comedy Forgetting Sarah Marshall, for the similar reason that I hope to forget somebody (with s.n. initials haha) who’s been a prominent and extremely influential part of my life for the last few years. It is with extreme sadness to realize he never loved me or intended to build a future with me. The breakup actually happened a month ago, but I’ve held back on writing anything about it to let the feeling sink in, in hopes of being more introspective when I do write about it as opposed to using this as a venting tool. Truth of the matter is, I don’t feel any different that I felt a few weeks back. Many would say if the feelings aren’t mutual then he’s not worth my time, but obviously there are plenty of good times for me to be holding on so much. Some days I look forward to the future, and I believe the current circumstance is for the better. Some days I get extremely sad and bitter and wonder where did things go wrong or how it ended up the way it did.
Currently I’m travelling with my family on the West Coast, flying in San Francisco and then driving down to Los Angeles, stopping at Gilroy and Monterey along the way. My initial hope for the trip was to take advantage of the change of scenery, do something different, and get my mind off of him. But that’s the funny thing about travelling with family – at least with mine – you can only spend so much time with them before it gets overbearing. My love-hate issues with my parents are worthy of another post, let’s just say that we all have different travel objectives and it’s a fine balance between keeping everybody happy and getting what you want. Regardless, a month after, without my friends by my side and parents driving me crazy at times, there are many moments when I think of him, and the happy memories we shared. I wonder if he misses me, but then again knowing that wouldn’t matter.
Anyway I was intending to write a reminiscing piece about my Mr. S.N. and then do a series of West Coast travel journal, but seeing how he fills my mind constantly, I am going to jot down the things that reminded me of him throughout this trip, and keep these pieces as a closing dedication to this chapter of my life. I am no writer, but setting this objective would allow me to have some kind of closure…
R.I.P. March 8, 2004 – May 24, 2008
“Memories, may be beautiful and yet
What’s too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So it’s the laughter we will remember…”
Don’t waste your time over-thinking this. Whatever happened, it does not change the good times you had together. Be open to changes and look ahead.
Good luck!