Ties to the Past
I have been watching Star Trek: Voyager tonight. I love it. It fills me with warm and fuzzy feelings. As I was watching I started wondering why it affects me like that. And I realised that I first started watching it when I was visting my dad as a teenager. My sister and I would travel up on the train and when we got in we would dump our stuff in our bedroom. We would often spend our first evening there eating, catching up and watching Voyager, or Deep Space Nine. We knew we were home. One of our homes, anyway.
Over the last few weeks, one of the only things that has calmed me has been watching Star Trek. On a surface level, I just enjoy it. My inner geek roams free.
But on a deeper level, I think it connects me to my past. All through the last week I have been trying to figure out what is the real me. An elder who prayed for me said that I am free to be me, but I’m not even sure what that means anymore.
I have been wishing that I could just be with my family. When I went to the birthday party of Mr. Razzler’s granddaughter I managed to enjoy myself, but I knew that I would have enjoyed myself a whole lot more if I had been with my family. They know me so well. Am I more myself when I’m with them? Even if I am, I have to find a way to be comfortable being myself with my new family, because they’re here, and my family is spread all over the country. I don’t have easy access to them. I love my new family, but they don’t know me. Not really. How do I change that? Do I need to? Do I want to?


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