“I’m dreaming tonight of a place I love, even more than I usually do.”
No one (and I mean no one) sings that song better than Karen Carpenter. Just the other night, I was fortunate enough to come across this song on the radio as I was speeding driving home from work along a dark highway, lined heavily with pine trees.
Not only did I get to belt out one of my all-time favorite Christmas songs alone in my car, but I also somehow managed to make it all the way home without spilling a single drop of my soy hot cocoa which was in the clutches of my right hand, since my left one was obliged to hold the steering wheel. [For whatever reason, Ford explorers in 1993 (or maybe just mine) lacked the convenience of cup holders]. Consequently, since the ripe old age of fifteen (without sounding pompous of course) I’ve become incredibly skilled at driving while holding a beverage in one hand. It’s okay, no applause necessary.
Back to the song, though. I’ll be flying home for Thanksgiving, and I think it’s pretty accurate to admit that we all become more nostalgic the older we get. “Emotion-with-age,” as I like to call it, seems to be hereditary in my family. Needless to say, lyrics and heart-tugging things don’t really make it easier! Just wait. I’m definitely far from being an uncontrollable ball-bag. But I can and will assure you people that there’ll be a day when I’ll need to have a tissue box in my purse or bag. 24/7. Well, maybe not 24/7. Maybe I’m being a little melodramatic.
The weather here in Santa Cruz isn’t helping the fact that I’m missing home during this time of year. It’s raining off and on (and I will admit though, that it is SO fun running in the rain). But there are definitely days when I swear the temperatures are cold enough to leak into your soul and put a little damper on your day. I’m not sure I’ll end up settling down in a place with seasons, but I’m nowhere near the end of that road, so who knows. On a more ‘positive’ note, I can’t help but give shout-outs to those whom I’ve met up here so far, who’ve been great friends to me. Honestly, it’s only been a few months, and I feel like I’ve known some of you for years.
So, with all this rambling of mine and only a few more days until I hop aboard a jet plane, I can honestly say I’m excited to visit home. I definitely went though a phase where all I wanted was to taste the real world and be “on my own,” and I can assure you that I’ve been living the “adult” life... even though I don’t think I’ll ever truly consider myself an adult. Ever! (#kidatheart). But I am beyond pumped to be reunited with some whom I haven’t see in months! It’s going to be a very fun four days in Newport. Laughing, (maybe even some) crying, and who knows what else! Bring it on. I’m ready to be homeward bound.
Speaking of “homeward bound,” if you haven’t heard this song... well, you should give it a listen!
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