Skip to main content

Looking back...

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to travel downstate for a meeting, held near the campus of my alma mater.  This meeting happens a couple of times a year, so it's not the first opportunity I've had to be back on campus.  But one thing that always remains the same is the feeling I get when I'm heading back home - that long lost radio station is playing music like it did back then, the sun is shining down through the sunroof (although I'm driving a much nicer car this time), and the memories of days gone by replay in my head.

It's not often that I get four hours alone to myself, just to think.  Somedays, I am lucky if I can take a shower without a child or two pounding on the bathroom door.  Meal times are a chaotic affiar.  And bed time.... well that just takes

It's not that I want to go back to college, although a carefree day every so often would be nice.  I think back to the songs that held so much meaning in my life; the people that made such a difference; the guy, that one guy, that I never think of anymore.  I think back to A and M and wonder where they are right now, if they ever made it back to college after failing out.  I think of E who disappeared from all our lives, even though she lives in the same town as me.  I think of that time, I did that one thing, the something that even back then was too illegal to mention on a public blog.  I remember M and his tongue ring and his vampire books and think, what would my life be like now if he hadn't waited so long to make his move. My mind is filled with memories, with thoughts, with poems, the ones that I never get the time to think of anymore because it's too busy processing appointments, and work, and that never-ending to do list.

There is a moment as the road stretches endlessly into the blue sky peppered with white clouds.  I am listening to the music of my youth and the radio station begins to lose it's signal...I hold out hope, straining to hear the final lyrics as they are replaced with static and his voice (ahhh.... Eddie Veddar.....and Jeremy) fades away. 

A reminder that the past is truly gone. 

A smile sadly graces my face, as I wave to what was and drive home to what is.


Popular posts from this blog

Book Review...and a Giveaway!!!

I was lucky enough to win an ARC of When the Rogue Returns from Sabrina Jeffries herself! I couldn't wait to read it.  After reading the first book in The Duke's Men series, What the Duke Desires, I was excited to see that this next book was about Victor Cale.

In When the Rogue Returns, Victor Cale is headed to Scotland to investigate a woman, Sofie Franke.  He has his suspicions that this woman is actually Isabella, his wife who disappeared on him ten years before.  He has spent the last decade searching to bring her to justice after she stole the royal jewels and left him to behind to deal with the authorities.  Isabella Cale, now known as Sofie Franke, has built a new life for herself and her ten-year old daughter after her husband ran off with the royal jewels.

Are you intrigued yet?

Victor and Isa's first meeting was great! Both blame the other for the missing jewels, and both are greatly suspicious of the other's motives.  Despite their renewed feelings of pas…

The Tree of Life

My name is Sarah, and it's been 11 months since my last post. I've thought about it, but life is constantly getting in the way. I even made a goal this year to write more, but it really hasn't happened yet.  Until today.

I went on Facebook this morning to check if there were any updates about the accident I saw on the way to work. Instead, I saw an obituary for a woman I've never met. But I know who she is. She received a kidney transplant a few months before I received mine.

And according to her FB page, she had a difficult time leading up to transplant, a tough recovery, lots of additional illnesses and setbacks, and long hospital stays.

I, on the other hand, never had dialysis, was on the transplant list for an unbelievable 5 months (the wait list is normally 5 YEARS), had a 3-day hospital stay, and other than not tolerating pain medication (so I could only take Tylenol which did nothing for the pain), I've been on my merry, healthy way for over 3 years.

I saw …

The Cindy Tote - A Review

I have been wanting a new work bag for, well, ever. In fact, I told Keith recently that I really wanted the Thirty-One Cindy tote, but couldn't justify the price at this time. He mentioned that since I had been complaining about this for well over two years, I could use part of our tax refund to get a bag for myself. I was super excited, but wanted to make sure it was going to be money well spent.

I emailed my wonderful friend, MB, who confirmed that yes, the Cindy tote was a great bag, and..... there was a great deal going on this month as well!

*Please excuse the cell phone pictures, our computer is still broken and I (meaning Keith and the mess that his desk) still cannot find the camera cord.

The front.  Isn't it pretty? 
And no, I swear I did not hug the bag  out of happiness when  I first took it out of the box.

The inside has one zippered pocket,  as well as three deep open pockets.   There is nothing I like more than a bag with lots of pockets.

Here it is filled with my …