Seeing the towers and all of the beautiful museums, I’m reminded of why I love visiting this park – the beauty is majestic, the history feels real, new faces to see, trees to read under and flowers for pictures. This is the place that San Diego natives come to write memories for their children – to spark their imagination in the museums and to have picnics underneath the shade of green giants. ‘I will miss this place…’ I realize as I’m walking through the park. Throughout all of San Diego, there are few places that truly hold my heart through the strings of memories and this is one of them. With the wind I whisper, ‘today I’m saying goodbye to you’.
bittersweet was the atmosphere
saying goodbye to a place that holds so many memories
I know that in future years I will visit for holidays – come through the city on some musical tour – be caught on a layover flight and be blessed with a few hours to go and visit the park that holds history from a school book as well as the most important form of history… the ones that are from the pages of my journals.
As my day comes to an end, I find myself driving through the twilight towards the place I’m calling home for the last two weeks – I realize… I might be saying ‘goodbye’ to this place, but by saying that fateful phrase, I’m saying a form of ‘hello’ to new places that will be filled with new memories! Exciting and daring thoughts start entering my mind as I think about all of the new adventures I will have in my new city! Imagining all of the new people I will meet and their histories, my mind starts getting excited and working at a hundred miles an hour when all the sudden – everything stops as I’m getting onto the freeway in my little car and I have my last glance of Balboa Park. Sadness comes again as I see it all whisper past my windows…bittersweet sadness.
Thank you for all of the memories! I know that more are to come… don’t change too much while I’m gone – keep the music and the koi ponds intact! Don’t change the atrium with all of the exotic flowers… even though the train museum is sometimes boring, I’ll miss it. Keep it,
the place where my childhood memories are planted
keep them safe and whole
let them grow