Each event has its own energy. My experiences can be strung together like gems to create the timeline of my life .
“There’s an anchor that’s pulling on my heart. And it’s deep in the water but it can’t take me down. Tracing faces with fingers and were just the same as we were, just our eyes never found what I see now. That my feet are on the ground. I’m not lost, just looking for footprints. I’m taking it one step at a time. And I’m getting by and by the way, it’s you on my mind, it’s you on my mind.
And here comes the night pulling puppet strings on my heart again. Shows me all of this time I’ve been blind to this waking life. Now i see it everywhere, ‘cause I’m not lost just looking for footprints and I’m taking it one day at a time. And I’m getting by. By the way, you’re still on my mind. You’re still on my mind.”
Schuyler Fisk
Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home
Settle down, it’ll all be clear
Don’t pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found
Just know you’re not alone
Cause I’m going to make this place your home.
Home, Phillip Phillips
I want to go on an adventure with you. I want to pick a point on the map and then try to get there without any guidance from the GPS or the anonymous OnStar person. This destination must be atleast an hour away and with each hour increment, the “adven-ometer” will increase by two adventure units. Don’t ask me what that means. I don’t know.
I want to wander through a fall corn maze and get lost with you. I want to walk through a gorge trail and see the beauty of nature with you. I want to walk with the sand between our toes! (But let’s save this one for summer, ok? My toes are already cold just thinking about doing that in this season.)
I want to walk down main street in some sleepy little town. At night. In the snow. Let’s leave footprints behind us in crazy patterns so that people who stumble upon them will wonder what we were on.
Let’s sing to the radio at the top of our lungs. Let’s make up our own when we don’t know the words. I’ll dance in the passenger’s seat; You’ll drum on the wheel. I’ll be the co-pilot, the navigator. I might fall alseep when our comfortable silence lulls me, but I promise to drive for you when you get tired too.
Maybe things won’t go as planned. We’ll get a flat tire, or run out of gas, or spill our coffee something on our clothes. Ok, that’ll probably be me doing the spilling. But anyway, I don’t care. It’ll make the story better. It will be the detail that makes us laugh when we remember it.
So let’s go, ok? Let’s find a new place for a day and make it ours.
Since I’m not going back to Caz for the first time, I thought it would be fun to look back at a list I wrote Freshmen year. I’m glad that these lists exists.
Things that make me uncomfortable with college:
Slamming doors
Being by myself
People running in the halls
A dirty room
The sound of my alarm clock
The sound of the bathroom door
The smell of cooked food in my room, including ramen noodles, bowl appetites, ravioli, easy-mac, etc
The feel of dust
An unmade bed
The smell of popcorn
The smell of the inside of the refrigerator
When I can’t sleep
The smell of sticky tack (the yellow stuff that holds up posters)
Angie’s movies that she wants to sell that just sit on the floor
Garbage piling up
When my feet and hands get cold
Being incredibly hot
When the Advil doesn’t take effect quick enough
The sound of my neighbor’s knock
When Angie screams at the slamming doors
Not getting letters and feeling forgotten
Having to wake up after staying up until two
Procrastination
Things that comfort me about college:
The smell of shampoo in the bathroom
The sound of my door rattling when the window is open
The smell of spring through the open window
Looking at a clean room
The smell of air freshener in my room
Hearing my nature sounds
Playing games on my iPod
My friends
Getting mail
Sending mail
Hearing new music
Watching Bleach episodes
Doing puzzles
The feel of the keyboard on my fingers
The feel of my blankets on my face
The sound of Casey’s knock, cause hers is very specific
Doing laundry
The smell of clean laundry
My Caz-gear sweatpants and sweatshirts
The smell of my lotions and perfumes
My new light
My Saint Patrick’s Day decorations
Shower parties
Eating goldfish or bowl appetites
Wearing my Spongebob slippers
Making lists
Writing songs or random things
Writing down my dreams
My calendar
Crossing off days on my calendar
Finding new songs and listening to them over and over
Watching Ghosthunters and CSI: Miami with Angie and Casey
Watching Bones episode all right in a row
