I Miss The Old Days…

Today, my business partner and I attended the annual Fall Market Day at our city’s design centre (Yes, it is “sen-trah” – fancy, right?) Between the two of us, we worked in the building for a combined total of over thirty years and worked at six different showrooms; in fact, for two of the showrooms in the building we “over-lapped”/worked at the same showroom at different times (the design centre is very incestuous, LOL!)

ODCThe Ohio Design Centre is a tony shopping center for interior designers and architects. Formerly to-the-trade only (meaning “regular folks” couldn’t shop there), about a year ago the building opened to the public.

While the building will ALWAYS hold a certain cachet for me, I must admit, I was a little saddened by my trip there today…

It wasn’t the building itself, or the event or the experience that made me sad, it was the realization that time passes unknowingly and, periodically, I am faced with examples of how that happens. Like when one of the showroom owners – a former boss – shared with me how two of his children are in college, the other two have already graduated college and his one daughter is getting married in December. See, the thing is, I remember all those kids as “tweens” and the struggle he was having as his first child was going off to college. Jeesh…

silhouettesOr maybe it was when my partner and I entered the showroom we both managed at different times in the past  – now a hollow, barren space used for vignette displays so it isn’t “empty” as you walk down the hallway. We kinda’ laughed with one another as we walked the warren of now mostly-empty rooms, and called out the names of all the employees that had worked at desks in all those rooms in the past…

empty showroomThe image above is not the actual space but it looks very much like that. Empty. Cold. Sad…

I understand that time is always advancing and things change but today was a bit disheartening for me. The day/event aside, it made my heart heavy to see the building where I spent one third of my adult life so empty, not bustling and full of life as I remember it being. It also didn’t help that I saw few familiar faces today in the hallways, but it makes sense; I started working in that building when I was 28 – I am now 55. The designers and architects that used the building in my youth are now probably retired or gone. I mean, if I am 55, some of my old friends are now definitely older friends, probably in their late 60’s to mid/late 70’s. Sigh…

My therapist always counsels me to identify my emotions, connect with/embrace them, honor them and then move forward. Today my visit made me mostly sad, but I was also happy to see more than a handful of familiar faces, and a few old friends. The passage of time is not good or bad – it just “is.”

I will admit – all that New Age spirituality aside – I sure do miss Victor, Mick, Laura, Jeff and the gang at the old (long-closed) carpet showroom – they ALWAYS threw one HELL of a theme party for the center every year that began at 4PM and often ran till well past 2AM. Now, THOSE were the days indeed…

Hollywood-Theme-Party

 

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