Past, Present, and What is Yet to Come.
I began writing this post a week o two ago. Tonight I needed a night to get away so I drove to Starbucks and decided to have a night - or at least a few hours - by my lonesome. I started this post a few weeks ago, but when I'm at home I never get the chance to write and it just drives me crazy. I just needed to get away from everyone and everything. It's been kind of a crazy time since I got back from my vacation which was a few weeks ago. Not bad...but not wonderful. Stressful for sure. Anyways.
Vacations are interesting. They mess with my mind. I recently arrived back from my vacation. The first vacation that I have ever went on by myself. That just hit my a few minutes ago. Weird. No exotic places, or places I haven't been before. Just home. Home to Cape Coral. Home to my (so-close-they-practically-are-my-family) family. Nothing spectacular. It was so nice, though. That was the first time I had been there since the two days over Christmas Break. It's so strange not being there for so long and then going back and finding out that almost nothing has changed. Except me. It's also strange to think that now I consider Chattanooga as one of my homes.
I recently read a quote to the effect of "When you go home you see that the place hasn't changed. The sights, smells and things are the same. It's you that's changed" It reminded me of going home. Yes, things were the same there, but I didn't realize that I had undergone such change since I was there last. I've grown up since my last visit. I've been in many different situations and come through those with a different viewpoint than the one I had before. Things have changed, I've changed.
It was truly refreshing to be around the people I am not physically close to anymore. I forgot how much I miss having them in my life [as in having them near]. They are still very much in my life. I miss just being able to make a certain joke and it be understood, or make scones and have a blast doing so. I miss (and love) making dinner and having my (almost) sister read Lemony Snicket to me while doing so. The time with these people is so sweet. I know I need to treasure the time with them because the time in between visits seems to be increasing exponentially. I'm not a fan of it but I guess that's just growing up.
It's so hard to believe that I'm growing up. I still feel like the kid I am on the inside. I'm surely not old enough to be living in an apartment with roommates and paying rent. Those are things for people older than I.
Apparently not. That's what is happening. I'm getting old. I even make my own coffee now. There's a shocker.
When I was younger I always thought people my age were so old. I always thought they were adults. I sure don't feel like an adult yet. I'm getting there. Slowly but surely.
It's odd to see how much I've changed within the past few years. Heck, I have a beard and my ears are pierced now. That's enough change to at least make me look more grown up. I guess my life circumstances have forced me to change; forced me to grow up. Pain also plays a big part of that, I suppose. If you know me at all you will know that I have a lot of baggage. Lots of little things. But my God is strong! He is the only thing that has pulled me through. Him and these people that serve him by serving me and being there for me. You guys know who you are. I wouldn't be anywhere with out you guys. Thank you. Thanks for having my back when things are just too hard for me to keep it together. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being brothers and sisters to me. Thanks for accepting my quirks, no matter how ridiculous.
Anyhow, I digress.
Vacation was fantastic. The simple and yet most enjoyable thing was going to the Perfect Cup with everybody and just having a late breakfast and spending the perfect hour or two together. Fellowship has never been so sweet. My heart has never been so full. I say never...I mean it has rarely been so full. When I am surrounded by people I love there is nothing else I would rather do. I crave these times, and nothing makes me happier than when they happen at unexpected times. Of course these times usually center around food. I really need to stop eating so much. I'm such a fatty. No, i'm serious. I have been packing on the pounds like a dog that just encountered a bathtub full of steak. The funny thing is that I've gotten to be an expert on making meals for one. It's weird just cooking for myself. Well, my time is running out. I must go, as this Starbucks is closing up. Until next time my friends.
Vacations are interesting. They mess with my mind. I recently arrived back from my vacation. The first vacation that I have ever went on by myself. That just hit my a few minutes ago. Weird. No exotic places, or places I haven't been before. Just home. Home to Cape Coral. Home to my (so-close-they-practically-are-my-family) family. Nothing spectacular. It was so nice, though. That was the first time I had been there since the two days over Christmas Break. It's so strange not being there for so long and then going back and finding out that almost nothing has changed. Except me. It's also strange to think that now I consider Chattanooga as one of my homes.
I recently read a quote to the effect of "When you go home you see that the place hasn't changed. The sights, smells and things are the same. It's you that's changed" It reminded me of going home. Yes, things were the same there, but I didn't realize that I had undergone such change since I was there last. I've grown up since my last visit. I've been in many different situations and come through those with a different viewpoint than the one I had before. Things have changed, I've changed.
It was truly refreshing to be around the people I am not physically close to anymore. I forgot how much I miss having them in my life [as in having them near]. They are still very much in my life. I miss just being able to make a certain joke and it be understood, or make scones and have a blast doing so. I miss (and love) making dinner and having my (almost) sister read Lemony Snicket to me while doing so. The time with these people is so sweet. I know I need to treasure the time with them because the time in between visits seems to be increasing exponentially. I'm not a fan of it but I guess that's just growing up.
It's so hard to believe that I'm growing up. I still feel like the kid I am on the inside. I'm surely not old enough to be living in an apartment with roommates and paying rent. Those are things for people older than I.
Apparently not. That's what is happening. I'm getting old. I even make my own coffee now. There's a shocker.
When I was younger I always thought people my age were so old. I always thought they were adults. I sure don't feel like an adult yet. I'm getting there. Slowly but surely.
It's odd to see how much I've changed within the past few years. Heck, I have a beard and my ears are pierced now. That's enough change to at least make me look more grown up. I guess my life circumstances have forced me to change; forced me to grow up. Pain also plays a big part of that, I suppose. If you know me at all you will know that I have a lot of baggage. Lots of little things. But my God is strong! He is the only thing that has pulled me through. Him and these people that serve him by serving me and being there for me. You guys know who you are. I wouldn't be anywhere with out you guys. Thank you. Thanks for having my back when things are just too hard for me to keep it together. Thanks for being awesome. Thanks for being brothers and sisters to me. Thanks for accepting my quirks, no matter how ridiculous.
Anyhow, I digress.
Vacation was fantastic. The simple and yet most enjoyable thing was going to the Perfect Cup with everybody and just having a late breakfast and spending the perfect hour or two together. Fellowship has never been so sweet. My heart has never been so full. I say never...I mean it has rarely been so full. When I am surrounded by people I love there is nothing else I would rather do. I crave these times, and nothing makes me happier than when they happen at unexpected times. Of course these times usually center around food. I really need to stop eating so much. I'm such a fatty. No, i'm serious. I have been packing on the pounds like a dog that just encountered a bathtub full of steak. The funny thing is that I've gotten to be an expert on making meals for one. It's weird just cooking for myself. Well, my time is running out. I must go, as this Starbucks is closing up. Until next time my friends.
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