Something about this beautiful fall weather, and the leaves turning makes me nostalgic for the "old days". I was busting my butt going on a zillion sales calls today and at a stop light, I was looking at the most beautiful tree with bright orange leaves. I don't know what it was, but I began to think about my days back in Athens.
Everything came rushing back over me so quickly. Even the most tiny details were as clear as the Atlanta weather today. I could see my roomie, Carrie hanging out on the couch (nasty red futon that had been many times fouled) watching a marathon of Law and Order (Dum, DUM). I could see the view from our porch complete with our old empty keg that had been on the porch for about three months. I could see my nasty Clarks clogs, jeans and sorority t-shirt I wore daily. I could smell the fresh paint in the apartment, and see the messy disaster area that was my room. Yeah, somethings never change.
That tiny apartment was filled with such fun, angst and anticipation. For some reason, I can't help but feel that when I lived there I had a constant feeling of wanting to hit fast forward. I wanted to see where my life would take me. I knew that I was living some of the best days of my life, but all I wanted to do was move on to the next thing. Now, I am in the next thing. It is amazing and beautiful and I would change very few things about my life and my journey up to now. I have a darling husband, fantastic friends and a beautiful home. Everything a P could wish for. I guess it just goes to show that no stage of life is a "staging area" to be rushed through. Every moment is to be cherished and appreciated for what it is.
Ok, I need a cocktail now! Hugs!
"Hey Snake, I am mighty happy we have been together for four years. It's amazin' how time flies, and don't we look all cute and matchy. Why are we taking a cute picture under this warthog?"
