Last night (well 1:00 this morning) one of my friends asked me to pick him up from work. On the way home from dropping him off, I found myself mindlessly driving home. Past my favorite thrift store, my Alma Mater, and then along a stretch of road that is peppered with memories of ex-boyfriends. Cul-de-sacs where my first and I had our verbal knock-down-drag-out fights and also spent time soul searching and star gazing... The path my second and I walked having our first great conversation...
Huntsville is littered with my dating past.
And I can't wait to get out.
I didn't really think about how much the memories of old boyfriends and interests bubble up in my mind based on where I am in the city. Even when I'm with Lamar, I'll think "Hey, that's where Paige and I had our first date." Or something like that. I'm excited to be in a new city that will be fresh for the making of memories with only Lamar. (excuse the sappiness here please ^.^)
I'm glad for the experiences of the past, but it's time to fold Huntsville up like an old quilt and set it away in the attic. It's been an interesting 9ish years with lots of growth. I have the feeling now, that I get when I realize that I only have a couple pages left in a good book... I don't want it to end, but I know it has to. Then when you read the last paragraph and close the cover, you sigh. And you're glad it happened.
Moving is a great way to start fresh. I can be nostalgic to leave the old behind, but sometimes you just need to move on. :)
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