The idea of ‘place’ immediately makes me think of the spaces I inhabited in my past.
Spaces from my childhood – the houses I used to live in, the park, the high street, my Nan’s garden.
I then think about how those spaces have changed over time and how I have changed too. The idea becomes
somewhat more grandiose, as I begin to reflect on how my world has grown as I have grown.
Cities and countries that were once exotic and almost beyond imagination have since been explored,
roads have been driven, seas have been swam in. The people that still inhabit the place I grew up in
seem small and distant as the boundaries of my internal map expand ever outward to include my new place.
This map in my head is three dimensional, the spaces of my past are behind and below me as I move slowly up and out
towards the edges. I occasionally have cause to visit these spaces I remember,
but now they seem grey, empty and small. They no longer exist as I remember them, but this doesn’t discomfort me.
The old spaces may have changed, but I have also changed and my new place is full of colour.