Mar 29, 2012

Coming and Going (Loveeee you Biffy!)

Oh hello my loves!  I feel so out of my element lately!  Life has been so chaotic and as much as I'm good at multitasking, it makes me lose sight of important things, like writing.  There's nothing like bringing a little piece of you home to visit to gauge the parallel between who you are and who you're trying to be.   My best friend coming home is a nice dose of "oh yeah! That's how I feel, that's who I am, and someone supports me for being me".  That's not to say I don't have a great group of people in my life, but sometimes they're so close they can't see the forest for the trees.

While Hanna was home, we walked around our old high school after a (TOTALLY AWESOME) janitor let us sneak in.  We both examined closely as the floor was ripped up, auditorium was replaced, music department relocated.  Nostalgia and discomfort all at once. Not much changes in my little redneck town.  Most of the time I appreciate that consistency--I have a job that is chaotic and ever changing.   Knowing what to expect from something, even if it's a place, can be comforting.  There are the things I'd toss away in a second-- the fact that you're always famous in a small town.  Someone is always talking here.  I am small town, some things about my thought process are small town, but my mentality isn't quite like that.  I can't say I never get wrapped up in it but I try to negate bad with good.  There's also this disgusting racist undertone that I'd gladly squash too.  But there's comfort in seeing faces you know.  There's a good feeling of knowing what to expect, from a yearly festival to the times that the school zone lights flash.

I'm 26.  I'm coming full circle. I'm not trying to be bigger, just better.  

Ps.  Acoustic Maroon 5 = So Good.  
"Now that I've done my time, I need to move on and I need you to try cause were out of goodbyes"


  1. Outside of the racist undertone you hit on, I've grown quite comfortable in this small town I've been a resident of for nearly 2 years now. Walking
    My daughter to the crick on Riverside, Maple Festival, and bass fishing at the hillside pond behind the football field seem to mark my spring. Besides the obvious, I wouldn't change a thing. Awesome read, as always. Until next time!

  2. I kind of want to go back to my high school to see what's changed but I'm afraid I'll just end up feeling really old.