The first thing to make you smile today:
Looking out my window and adjusting my eyes to the bright snow. It was super quiet outside but there were already kids playing at 9:00 AM. I feel bad sometimes when I act like a grown up and get angry about the snow, because I remember how much I loved it as a kid. Hearing those kids giggle when they?d fall face first into a pile of snow brought back tons of memories, and made me want to still act silly even if at my age it might seem strange.
Your favorite thing to do:
I like having long conversations. I like catching up with people I haven?t spoken to in years. As un-Rob as that sounds. The other day I saw my best friend from 2nd grade, and though we?re not close anymore I thought "How cool to still be connected to someone 13 years later." A few years ago I spent Christmastime with my "group" from grammar school. It was always the 6 of us every day, and every weekend, for about 10 years. We lost touch in high school as new friends were made and school rivalries took over. But seeing them again, we just clicked right back to where we used to be. I love that. As awkward as catching up with some people is, somehow it never felt weird to me to contact them. The first friends you make are the hardest to let go of.
Favorite Memory:
One of my favorite memories is probably my earliest. I think I was 3, and for whatever reason, it?s as vivid as if it were yesterday. First I must mention that my grandparents sleep in separate rooms, and I spent every day of my childhood in their house. So there I am, on my grandfather?s bed, my grandmother in her husband?s fancy rocking chair with the carved pineapples on it. I?m staring into their old little yellow boom box and we?re listening to Gloria Estefan. She?s telling me stories about how the songs remind her of home, of her friends, of when she met my grandfather. By this point, the tape had started to wear out significantly, and the voice was warped. I asked my grandmother why it sounded so weird and she said "well, you?ve listened to it so much, Gloria?s getting tired of singing." I thought about it for a while, finally understood it and giggled. It?s a very simple memory, but to me, it?s one of the nicest.
Where you want to be right now:
I like my room. I don?t feel like I?m missing out on anything staying here for the night. It?s cozy and the lights are warm. I?m in my pajamas and the night is pretty still. I know on a Friday night, some people prefer a thumping bass and a stranger?s tongue on your face, but that?s not my scene. I?m simple. I?m hanging here tonight, talking to a few of my favorite people, and everything feels right. I?m satisfied with my place.
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