Twenty something years ago I lived in Brighton. This town is full of memories for me from a time when I was just starting out in the world. I felt so grown up here, away from home for the first time in my life, free to be my own self, make my own rules, be my own person. I reinvented myself in this town but I missed some vital clues and ended up taking the wrong path out of here.
It was good to return after all these years, and paths traveled as the woman I am now, content, happy, strong…. as me. It felt right to be here, to share memories with @domsigns and to remember and what I remembered most of all how much I loved this place. It is not called Little London by the sea for nothing.
So my postcard, it is to myself, my younger self, who lost her way but eventually found it again and it says
Look at you now…
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Oh Mollie, you’ve made me cry, and not in a good way! My man (my 1st love, 1986…on and off ’til 1988….got back together 2011, both got a child each) was living on Brighton when we reunited. I’d never been to Brighton. I hated the tourists – as a West Country girl it’s Bath on Sea – pretentious, la-de-da, over-priced! But …The Ranelagh in St. James’s Street – blues/brilliant live music, the Pav Tav….great staff..! More venues than I can remember..St. James’s Street. …Kemptown… I hated commercial Brighton….I want my man’s Chain Pier House address back….
I love the colors in this. The hot pink and the bright blue, they match the look on your face: Powerful, confident, serene, beautiful, knowing, owning. Your words may have led me in the choice of descriptors I chose but not the feeling, that’s all the image. Love it!
It’s such a lovely photo, with beautiful colors and yes, a true postcard, but it’s your words that really touched my heart!
Rebel xox
I’m with Marie, your words gave me goosebumps, so raw, so heartwarming. I’m glad you got to go back, and to show yourself just how far you’ve come.
Very touching post, Molly
Flip x
I love how the pink of your top stands out against the blues of the sea and sky. I am also left wondering how many daytime/casual collars you have?
I love this photo. Your distant look, the beautiful seaside, you’re clearly photographed thinking on your memories. Lovely Molly x
Beautiful words, beautiful pic. The colours are as vibrant as the stripes on Brighton rock. And the contrast of the muted tones of actual, weathered rock and stone is lovely. It’s as if you’re sitting proudly on your experience, your bedrock.
Lovely to see you the other night!
This is a lovely photograph Molly. Thoughtful . . . and stately in a way! Wonderfully emotive words as per usual too.
Xxx – K
Love the message on this postcard, and the image of the strong, peaceful woman I see in it.
What a lovely postcard – thoughts and image – to give yourself.
Um… wasn’t there some rule about not playing on the groynes?
Somber, peaceful and contemplating are the words that come to mind- A beautifully composed photo and great depth of field.
Simply gorgeous! Beautiful picture for some beautiful reflection.
Looking back on things can be so enlightening in many ways and I feel from your post here that is what you found a new perspective.
Beautiful image to illustrate.
~Mia~ xx
You’ve obviously made some excellent turns in the path since then. The lady in this picture seems to contain far more of interest than the city behind her.
O x
Such a beautiful image and your words are so touching.
Really gorgeous image. I love the color of that hoodie too.
The look on your face is really what draws me in. The background is stunning, the color of your hoodie is eye catching, but it’s the look on your face…
I love the pink Philly sweatshirt being part of that statement! I remember well those early years of being on my own, the freedom to make my own choices, not always the best ones… we’ve come a long way, baby 🙂
~Kazi xxx
I love the seaside rock colours in this as well as the thoughts that you have.
Awesome colours; my first living away was Lancaster. I choose it to put 250 miles from my school and my community and to be within a gnat’s fart of the Lake District. Going back seems weird. I remember my first days as an eighteen year old and realise how far I’ve come in life.
Omg this pic looks so serene and beautiful. I was just at the beach this weekend and had a blast I have not been in so long. You look like you are taking in the nice sea air.