Thoughts on homecomings, hot sandwich men, and watching dead people dance.
There's something about coming back to a place you've been away from for awhile that makes you see it in a new light. It's like when you were a little kid and you went on a long vacation to see your grandparents and as soon as you walked back into your house for the first time, the smell just hugs you but at the same time everything looks unfamiliar.
When I came back to Scottsdale from U of A for the first time, I'd been away for three months. Due to many reasons, marching band the biggest one, I wasn't able to come home until October. Add onto that the large amount of time the stress of adapting to a new place and practically starting a new life put on my system, and you get one messed up brain. As a result of all of this change or whatever, the first time I walked into my old house, it smelled funny. It's a strange thing that every house has a unique smell, and that day mine didn't smell like home anymore. I think it took me a week before I couldn't smell anything when I walked into the house. I'll never forget that; it was the first time in my life when I had a physical indication that my life was changing for good. I'm a lot better with change now.
When I drove into Tucson yesterday, it just felt right, comfortable. And yes, I do know this is Tucson I'm talking about but that doesn't seem to matter. It's my home. I seem to thinking about this a lot lately. Maybe it's because I have less than a year to graduate, before I lose everything I've spent the last four years building. Before my world is turned upside down.
Anyway, the reason I started this entry in the first place was to talk about my adventure to Silver Mine Subs tonight. I went to pick up my books from the bookstore (in which I conveniently also bought some sweat pants and a super-cute hoodie because my dad won't see the detailed bill...shhh!) and then went to get my delicious sub. I love sub. Mmmm, whole wheat bread, avocado, mayo, lettuce, tomato, cheeese...and then the cookie. I'm obsessed with this sub. Seriously. I have it at least three times a week. Last year I asked one of the delivery boys if I was a good customer and he said I was the best customer. When I called they knew what I was ordering before I ordered it. So I went to get one tonight.
It was hot in the store and I was impatient to get outside again. It was so pretty and beautiful and sunsetty. I meandered over to watch them make my sub, and being in this peculiar mood where I'm seeing everything with new eyes, all I could see was this guy's large muscular forearms making my sandwich. And I fell in love with him. Well, maybe not so much him, for all I know he could be in the mafia. But he was hot and he made me a beautifully delicious sandwich and I drove home thinking about just how much I loved Tucson and my car and the pretty mountains and even the poor dead coyote on the side of the road.
As an added and extra amusing sidenote, the Dancing with the Stars concert that I took my mom to was highly amusing. Drew Lachey did his "Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy Dance" and Joey McIntyre sang really badly and Joey Lawrence was really bald. But the best part was Harry Hamlin and Lisa Rinna. Lisa Rinna makes me want to vomit with how talented she is and Harry Hamlin was absolutely horrible, can't dance to save his life. But the best part of this whole evening, and a little unsettling, every time Lisa and Harry danced, all I could think was that I was watching Lynn and Aaron Echolls dancing. It was especially creepy when they danced together. And then I realized, hey, wait a minute! Lynn and Aaron Echolls are dead!!!! HOLY CRAP! And then the rest of my evening was spent fantasizing about Duncan Kane coming into the arena to finish what he started and Logan Echolls coming in for a teary reunion with his mother and then of course sweeping me off my feet.
It was a truly fabulous if cheesy evening, but unfortunately my mom thought I was insane so I stopped calling them Lynn and Aaron. At least out loud.
When I came back to Scottsdale from U of A for the first time, I'd been away for three months. Due to many reasons, marching band the biggest one, I wasn't able to come home until October. Add onto that the large amount of time the stress of adapting to a new place and practically starting a new life put on my system, and you get one messed up brain. As a result of all of this change or whatever, the first time I walked into my old house, it smelled funny. It's a strange thing that every house has a unique smell, and that day mine didn't smell like home anymore. I think it took me a week before I couldn't smell anything when I walked into the house. I'll never forget that; it was the first time in my life when I had a physical indication that my life was changing for good. I'm a lot better with change now.
When I drove into Tucson yesterday, it just felt right, comfortable. And yes, I do know this is Tucson I'm talking about but that doesn't seem to matter. It's my home. I seem to thinking about this a lot lately. Maybe it's because I have less than a year to graduate, before I lose everything I've spent the last four years building. Before my world is turned upside down.
Anyway, the reason I started this entry in the first place was to talk about my adventure to Silver Mine Subs tonight. I went to pick up my books from the bookstore (in which I conveniently also bought some sweat pants and a super-cute hoodie because my dad won't see the detailed bill...shhh!) and then went to get my delicious sub. I love sub. Mmmm, whole wheat bread, avocado, mayo, lettuce, tomato, cheeese...and then the cookie. I'm obsessed with this sub. Seriously. I have it at least three times a week. Last year I asked one of the delivery boys if I was a good customer and he said I was the best customer. When I called they knew what I was ordering before I ordered it. So I went to get one tonight.
It was hot in the store and I was impatient to get outside again. It was so pretty and beautiful and sunsetty. I meandered over to watch them make my sub, and being in this peculiar mood where I'm seeing everything with new eyes, all I could see was this guy's large muscular forearms making my sandwich. And I fell in love with him. Well, maybe not so much him, for all I know he could be in the mafia. But he was hot and he made me a beautifully delicious sandwich and I drove home thinking about just how much I loved Tucson and my car and the pretty mountains and even the poor dead coyote on the side of the road.
As an added and extra amusing sidenote, the Dancing with the Stars concert that I took my mom to was highly amusing. Drew Lachey did his "Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy Dance" and Joey McIntyre sang really badly and Joey Lawrence was really bald. But the best part was Harry Hamlin and Lisa Rinna. Lisa Rinna makes me want to vomit with how talented she is and Harry Hamlin was absolutely horrible, can't dance to save his life. But the best part of this whole evening, and a little unsettling, every time Lisa and Harry danced, all I could think was that I was watching Lynn and Aaron Echolls dancing. It was especially creepy when they danced together. And then I realized, hey, wait a minute! Lynn and Aaron Echolls are dead!!!! HOLY CRAP! And then the rest of my evening was spent fantasizing about Duncan Kane coming into the arena to finish what he started and Logan Echolls coming in for a teary reunion with his mother and then of course sweeping me off my feet.
It was a truly fabulous if cheesy evening, but unfortunately my mom thought I was insane so I stopped calling them Lynn and Aaron. At least out loud.