This post has been sitting in my pile of posts for the past two weeks. It was getting lonely, so, I decided that I should probably finish it. I don't even remember what I had initially planned for this post. I guess 14 days will do that to your memory.
Anyhow, I'm sitting here in bed. I just finished my dinner. I wasn't even hungry. Boredom will screw you over every time. Oy. Like I was saying, I'm sitting here in bed trying to think of something to do. Do I get ready for bed? Do I play around on the internet? Do I go for a walk?? If I had a car and money, I would probably be at the bookstore smelling all those beautiful books only to find my way to the travel section.
I'm getting distracted. The main reason I stopped by to finish this post was because of a song that I came upon while trying to decide what to do with the rest of time before I go to bed tonight. The song that I just listened to - 3 times in a row, by the way - is a song by The Proclaimers called I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles). I have this thing for Irish '80s bands. Well, in this case, they're Scottish. Anyhow, whenever I hear this song, I think of my mom. Every memory associated with this song and mom is a good one. Right now, I can't help but laugh about the time we were in the car with my oldest brother. I don't remember where we were going, but my brother put in one of his cassette tapes - because he truly is a kid of the '80s - and my mom started to rock out to that song. I have other memories of this song; like the first time I watched Benny and Joon. But that wasn't till after my mom died.
The concept of time is so crazy to me. When I was a kid, it seemed like it took forever for Christmas to roll around. I was so excited to have those 2 weeks off from school. Christmas definitely had a more magical feeling to it when I was a kid. Then I hit high school and it just time to catch up on sleep and homework and to spend time with family.
I mention time because the year is almost over. My mom has been gone 14 years. Her birthday and Christmas are 4 months away. It's so crazy. Where has the time gone? Sometimes, I wish I was a kid again just so I can feel that mysterious anticipation bubbling in my chest as Christmas neared. Everything is more magical when you're a 10 year old kid. Everything. Your parents are superheroes. Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy are still real.
I want to be kid. Just one more day.
Anyhow, I'm sitting here in bed. I just finished my dinner. I wasn't even hungry. Boredom will screw you over every time. Oy. Like I was saying, I'm sitting here in bed trying to think of something to do. Do I get ready for bed? Do I play around on the internet? Do I go for a walk?? If I had a car and money, I would probably be at the bookstore smelling all those beautiful books only to find my way to the travel section.
I'm getting distracted. The main reason I stopped by to finish this post was because of a song that I came upon while trying to decide what to do with the rest of time before I go to bed tonight. The song that I just listened to - 3 times in a row, by the way - is a song by The Proclaimers called I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles). I have this thing for Irish '80s bands. Well, in this case, they're Scottish. Anyhow, whenever I hear this song, I think of my mom. Every memory associated with this song and mom is a good one. Right now, I can't help but laugh about the time we were in the car with my oldest brother. I don't remember where we were going, but my brother put in one of his cassette tapes - because he truly is a kid of the '80s - and my mom started to rock out to that song. I have other memories of this song; like the first time I watched Benny and Joon. But that wasn't till after my mom died.
The concept of time is so crazy to me. When I was a kid, it seemed like it took forever for Christmas to roll around. I was so excited to have those 2 weeks off from school. Christmas definitely had a more magical feeling to it when I was a kid. Then I hit high school and it just time to catch up on sleep and homework and to spend time with family.
I mention time because the year is almost over. My mom has been gone 14 years. Her birthday and Christmas are 4 months away. It's so crazy. Where has the time gone? Sometimes, I wish I was a kid again just so I can feel that mysterious anticipation bubbling in my chest as Christmas neared. Everything is more magical when you're a 10 year old kid. Everything. Your parents are superheroes. Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy are still real.
I want to be kid. Just one more day.
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