Sometimes you forget how long you were gone.
Then you find music is no longer popular. Shows you were watching were canceled. Things that used to be are no more.
In ways it can be really good.
In others, you can just feel left behind.
Your kids, the mortgage, life.
It all goes on.
Maybe not the same, but it goes.
And it never goes back.
It’s not supposed to.
Then you’re here. Trying to figure where to jump in. Jumping into a world that’s not the same. That you don’t know.
Jump. Jump. Jump.
Nine falls for every ten times you leap.
Oh. But that one time you land.