Mumblings of Nostalgia

Hello, my adoring fans! It is spring break and I am back in my hometown! I trust that all of you are having a good time doing whatever it is you are doing. I'll start this blog post by saying that I'm not sure that it really has much of a point to it. Maybe I'll tie one in towards the end, but just in case I don't, I wanted to warn you so that you don't feel robbed of your weekly “moral of the story.”

So, like I said, I am back in my home town and I have a bit of a confession to make...I was feeling ridiculously nostalgic the other day. I spent the better part of an hour driving around this grungy little town that my high school self loathed so desperately.  I was going to all of my old places–spots around town that meant something to me (side note: I am feeling like I'm a teenage girl writing in her diary right now...so don't make fun of me because I already feel stupid). It all started when I decided to stop by a friend's house (who is in the marines right now) to say hi to his parents. I'm glad that I got to see them, but I almost wish that I hadn't because it started me on this terrible course that I put myself on.

Next, I went to the movie rental store where Isaac and I have spent countless hours arguing over which movie to get, or not finding any movie at all. I just meandered around with no intention of getting anything. Then I drove by zesto (the local ice cream place) and of course, the flavor of sherbet wasn't my favorite =C Then I did something that I should not have done...I went to my old house. I probably wouldn't have, but I have been having dreams about it like every single night this past week. Most of which involve going back and discovering that I have left something important there. What is weird is that in my dreams the house always looks exactly like it used to.

Anyway, I drove by the house, and the outside looked just like it used to except for the fact that the hedge hasn't been cut since the new guy moved in...it looks disgusting. I suddenly felt OOBER depressed. Every single one of my best childhood memories was from that house. As I drove away, I was thinking about why things have to change. I decided to park at this spot by the river where I always used to eat when I picked up fast food.

I started to wonder why I was feeling depressed. It's just a house for goodness sake! Most of my friends still live here and I have made WAY more friends at college. I have a loving family, awesome friends, and an amazing girlfriend who happens to be on a cruise in the bahamas at the moment (That's right...I'm totally jealous. Haha!). This got me thinking about how I could possibly feel depressed with the way that my life is currently going. Even if my life was going terribly wrong and everyone that I know died, then I still wouldn't have the right to feel depressed because of the experiences that I have had.

Well, like I said...I'm not sure that this post really had a point to it, and I am sorry for that, but I just needed to brain dump. Thanks for reading, my adoring fans!!!

_Moses_