The other day I got one of those memories that seemed like no biggie. It certainly wasn't "share" worthy one more time. Yet it is exactly the one that grabbed me by the neck and won't let go.
See the thing is, I can't remember the last time I felt like that. Like I loved where I lived. What a concept. I was able to enjoy going a) OUTSIDE b) spending time with my family just bike riding and c) the flowers, the houses, the smell of blossoms in the air.
Have YOU ever looked back at your old Facebook status' and think, "Who WAS that person?" So happy, so appreciative, so someone who enjoyed just living her life?
I honestly don't know how my zip code change could be responsible for how sad I'm feeling. I mean, she's still in there somewhere isn't she? Maybe she's reaching that age where everything gets emotionally and physically tough for a while. Yeah, maybe that's it, hormones. I've turned into my own version of the spit shot worthy quote from a cute kid who's now an eye rolling teen.
Maybe I'll get on the bike before it reaches 90 today and I'm too sweaty to notice that all the houses look exactly alike, the yards are full of opposing political view signs, the constant mind numbing buzzing of yard crews that people are always wanting to hire "for cheap", and people that don't like me either who have found their "forever" homes.
Man, I really do miss the smell of those lemon blossoms.
