It’s Not the Same As It Was
By Angelica Gomez
Poki-Fry, a local restaurant in Guam that sells gourmet fries, poki bowls, sandwiches, and tacos, was one of things that I told myself I would miss before leaving for college. My go-to order, a spicy salmon poke bowl, was not only a delicious meal that I frequently ate, but it was also a meal that held sentimental memories. What I looked forward to after a long day of high school classes was getting a poke bowl and talking with my mom about new music releases, books that I have been reading, and my college plans for my dream school that I hoped would become a reality (Spoiler alert: it did). That is why when I received news a week ago about the restaurant’s plan to permanently close on April 29th, I was saddened by the thought of the restaurant no longer existing once I got home for the summer. This instance led me to a realization: we can never guarantee that a place will still be there when we return.
Like the recent Harry Styles’ song, As It Was, features of a place won’t always stay the same as it was because every place you’ve ever been will never stay the same and neither will you. Will the color of the house next to mine still be blue? Will I be able to visit my middle school and see the same teachers that once had me as a student? The places we visit and grow up in are dynamic, alive, and breathing. We all grow and change, and our surroundings do the same. With every place you visit, soak in the sight, sounds, and feeling, as there is no guarantee that you will return to the same experiences. As I am writing this right now, I’ve got thirty days left in Ithaca before I return to Guam, my home. Until then, I am eager to see what has changed, and what has not.
About the Author: Angelica Gomez is a freshman from Guam majoring in Mechanical Engineering. One of her favorite travel destinations is Osaka, Japan, because of the opportunity to explore a variety of landmarks and food.