Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Mushy and gushy love post.

Short post today, I have only one thing to say:

Being in love is so... great. You stumble, you fall, but when you're with someone who matters.. you'll be picked back up again. And it's the greatest feeling ever, to be picked up again.

Unrelated note: check out my wonderful boyfriend's blog at:
http://www.thadsemporium.com


Currently listening to: Lua by Bright Eyes.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Memory holding pavement...

I realized today as I walked off my school bus, down the road I live on to my house that i've been doing this exact same motion since I was in Kindergarten.

It's amazing how things have changed.

What sparked my notice of this was that a piece of the sidewalk had cracked off and was laying in my neighbor's yard. I looked down on an instinct, and there it was. A chunk of pavement. My mind immediately alerted me as if saying, "Hey.. that wasn't like that before."

As I looked at that pavement my mind flooded with memories. Mainly of when I was a little kid and that front sidewalk against the main road was off-limits to me unless my mother was in the front yard. And even then, I was only allowed up to where the pavement turned from white cement to black top (the piece of cement that cracked off was a piece of the black top)because that's where my mother's line of sight would end.

Since I've been going to school, i've walked down the same sidewalk and up the same side street to reach the safety of my house. In Kindergarten until about 5th grade, I probably sprinted up that sidewalk as fast as my little legs would carry me. From 6th grade to 10th, I walked home with a bit of a spring in my step. Now, at the age of 17 and quickly finishing my last year of high school I practically have to drag myself off the bus and to my house, only to unlock the door and collapse into my kitchen as if my day in school had completely exhausted me.

I miss being little, I miss sprinting down that sidewalk... I miss going outside and just running around with my brother until it got dark and hearing my father yell "AMY AND ADAM, IT'S TIME TO COME IN!!!!" as loud as he could, to be sure we'd hear it no matter how far away we are.

I kicked that piece of sidewalk on my way to my house today, and it reminded me of a game we all would play while walking the streets; kick pebbles as far as you could up the road. And suddenly, I really wished it was acceptable for me to sprint to my house with all the speed I could muster without looking like a freak.


Currently listening to: "Trouble" - NeverShoutNever!