i hate remembering because it means the moment has passed
i've had quite the eventful past week, well, compared to the rest of my summer.
wednesday my family drove to a family reunion in idaho. it was a hole-in-the-wall town, but the cabin was pretty nice and it was lovely to see my family. i really enjoy getting together with them. even though most of my cousins are older and all have kids and i feel out of place, and half of my family couldn't even come, it's still a wonderful feeling.
we were only there for a few days, but i went four-wheeling with my dad around the woods, canoeing with aubrey, white-water rafting with my family and one of my cousins, hottubbing every night and i even ran into a friend from school who was performing at the dinner theater that we went to and i hung out with her and her gay broadway singing, jazz dancing friends.
oh, plus i watched the first season of 24 and half of the second (and i am almost done with it now). i am addicted to that show. it is possibly the best t.v. show ever made, if not simply the most amazing piece of entertainment ever to generate from humans. i want tony almeida. oh yeah.
then saturday night we took off for provo/orem so that we could see chan bless his new baby on sunday (the most adorable baby ever on the planet!). that was especially fun because i jen and tiff came down and spent the day with me and it was soooooooo good to see them. i miss them more than anything (although a little hesitant about the way things are going to play out next year with the living arrangements...)
but it was incredibly weird being back in provo. it sucks because i can see how much that place is starting to be home to me. not the good home, not the way i feel about here, but just home as in it is familiar to me. i have "my places" and memories scattered about. the neon palm trees before jason's exit (which were the hardest thing for me to see), the bountiful temple up on the hill, tiff's highway, the point of the mountain and that one night we got caught in the blizzard coming home from a concert, the lindon exit where jen's car broke down at one in the morning, the burt murdock music store (just a random building i always drive by but that always catches my attention), university parkway, which we unanimously decided is the most depressing stretch of road anywhere in the country, robison and gates, the squashball "field", satan's diner, the dollar theater, wendy's, the law office parking lot where jen tried to teach nick to drive stick shift, blaire's apartment where i had that sucky night, little cesar's pizza, i could go on and on. i hate being such a nostalgic person. i wish that i just couldn't remember things, that i didn't feel things. but it's so hard, especially knowing that when i go back, these places will still be there, but the people won't. that we won't be in the same aparment with the neighbors banging on the back door and the guys just across the street with their door always open. it won't be the same kitchen floor with everyone standing aruond laughing at me as i freak out over a "sighting". no more making tiffanie call the repair guys every time the shower gets clogged. i guess i'm just sad because i think that i will never feel that great again. but there's always hope. and there's always different ways of feeling great.
but now my computer is broken, my car is in the shop, i don't have a job, and it's raining so i can't go waterskiing. and i want a hug from brian.
wednesday my family drove to a family reunion in idaho. it was a hole-in-the-wall town, but the cabin was pretty nice and it was lovely to see my family. i really enjoy getting together with them. even though most of my cousins are older and all have kids and i feel out of place, and half of my family couldn't even come, it's still a wonderful feeling.
we were only there for a few days, but i went four-wheeling with my dad around the woods, canoeing with aubrey, white-water rafting with my family and one of my cousins, hottubbing every night and i even ran into a friend from school who was performing at the dinner theater that we went to and i hung out with her and her gay broadway singing, jazz dancing friends.
oh, plus i watched the first season of 24 and half of the second (and i am almost done with it now). i am addicted to that show. it is possibly the best t.v. show ever made, if not simply the most amazing piece of entertainment ever to generate from humans. i want tony almeida. oh yeah.
then saturday night we took off for provo/orem so that we could see chan bless his new baby on sunday (the most adorable baby ever on the planet!). that was especially fun because i jen and tiff came down and spent the day with me and it was soooooooo good to see them. i miss them more than anything (although a little hesitant about the way things are going to play out next year with the living arrangements...)
but it was incredibly weird being back in provo. it sucks because i can see how much that place is starting to be home to me. not the good home, not the way i feel about here, but just home as in it is familiar to me. i have "my places" and memories scattered about. the neon palm trees before jason's exit (which were the hardest thing for me to see), the bountiful temple up on the hill, tiff's highway, the point of the mountain and that one night we got caught in the blizzard coming home from a concert, the lindon exit where jen's car broke down at one in the morning, the burt murdock music store (just a random building i always drive by but that always catches my attention), university parkway, which we unanimously decided is the most depressing stretch of road anywhere in the country, robison and gates, the squashball "field", satan's diner, the dollar theater, wendy's, the law office parking lot where jen tried to teach nick to drive stick shift, blaire's apartment where i had that sucky night, little cesar's pizza, i could go on and on. i hate being such a nostalgic person. i wish that i just couldn't remember things, that i didn't feel things. but it's so hard, especially knowing that when i go back, these places will still be there, but the people won't. that we won't be in the same aparment with the neighbors banging on the back door and the guys just across the street with their door always open. it won't be the same kitchen floor with everyone standing aruond laughing at me as i freak out over a "sighting". no more making tiffanie call the repair guys every time the shower gets clogged. i guess i'm just sad because i think that i will never feel that great again. but there's always hope. and there's always different ways of feeling great.
but now my computer is broken, my car is in the shop, i don't have a job, and it's raining so i can't go waterskiing. and i want a hug from brian.