“Now it’s time for one last bow, like all your other selves.
Eleven’s hour is over now, the clock is striking twelves.” –The Time of the
Doctor
When you think about it, in a way, we all regenerate. We’re
all different people throughout our lives. Maybe we don’t literally change our
face and body, but we alter our appearance, change course, start over. I think
that it’s good, a way of moving forward, quick march. As long as we remember
all the people that we have been. My time as a Carolina girl grows short now,
only a few days left till my regeneration into a Tulsa resident. Part of me is
excited, another part says “I don’t want to go.”
I lived in my hometown for twenty-six years, except for a
few years of college, in a town even smaller than the one I was from.
Sometimes, when you’ve been in a place so long, it’s harder to change yourself,
to become what you want to be. Because people think they know you, because they
have always known you. You are fighting a losing battle with your previous
self, because sometimes people don’t like change.
I left. I moved myself to another city, further from home
than I’d ever been. I changed careers; I changed a lot of things. I learned so
much from my time here. I became mostly the person I want to be here. There’s
always room for improvement of course. And things that aren’t changing are said
to be dying. So here we go again. First, just an address, then it’s more. You
change. You become. You regenerate. I’m almost looking forward to it, I’m
curious to see who I’m going to become this time.
And there’s the catch. Because Jacksonville gave me roots
and Charlotte gave me wings. It makes it hard to leave. Not that there haven’t
been hard times and disappointments here. There have been, but on balance, good
has outweighed the bad.
I won’t forget one day of this time, not one hour. I wouldn’t
change even a minute. And it’s okay to be sad or scared. That’s part of being
human. But there’s no stopping regeneration. The change is coming soon, so we
shall see if Tulsa can teach me to fly.
Charlotte…goodbye.
“I will always remember when the Doctor was me.” ---The Time
of the Doctor
