Fall is officially on its way. It didn't seem like it just a few days ago when it was almost 100 degrees.
I caught a magnificent breeze the other day while driving and it stopped me for a minute. It took me back to when I met Joe. Which is weird considering I met Joe in June, but whatever.
Isn't it amazing how things can do that to you? Hear a certain song and there you are again at the 8th grade dance or with your first high school crush. Smell a certain scent and feel that rush of memories from a specific time in your life.
That's what happened to me the other day. It took me back to the butterflies in my stomach. The excitement of starting a new life for myself. I had just moved out on my own--for the first time EVER, I might add--from a 4 year marriage (8 year relationship) that ended very badly, although we are still civil to one another today.
It was so sad and so liberating. I was delirious with the prospects for the future and who I was as a person outside of the depressing, lonely life I had been leading. The life that left me feeling like a failure, like the ugliest woman alive, like a private detective.
And in walked Joe.
Well, actually in walked me. Into the bar. That's right, I said it. We met in a bar. It was one that I used to go to a lot with coworkers for Happy Hour. That's actually where I started tearin' up the mic on Friday nights for karaoke. Oh? didn't know that about me?
Joe was the DJ. He had just moved back from California and was helping out with his brother-in-law's DJ business. My friend Stacey and I were there for my 24th birthday celebratory karaoke round and Joe played Happy Birthday for me while the bar sang along. Good times. Joe still recalls to this day that I had an enormous corsage on my wrist (compliments of Stace) but by the end of the night, it was around my ankle. One too many glasses of white zin.
I kept seeing Joe every Friday from then on and we started chatting. He told me he had just moved back and that he liked his apartment (since I was suddenly in the market) and I went to take a look at his complex. I also looked at a few others. The rent and location was best at the place where Joe lived, and wouldn't you know it....the ONLY 1 bedroom available was across the hall from him.
We got to know each other by propping our doors open and yelling across as we went about our day. It was fun. I got to know a really great guy and we fell in love (insert flowery music here.)
What a great time. I think that was the best summer of my life so far. I left an abusive relationship, harkened out on my own, Joe & I met, fell in love, got pregnant, freaked out, told our families, freaked out, bought a house, freaked out, got married, and then had a beautiful little boy. Yes, that's the order of things, and no it wasn't necessarily how I would recommend doing it or how I believe it should be done, but there it is.
So all of that was encapsulated in that breeze the other day. And it made me feel all kinds of things: nostalgic, wistful, sad, hopeful, content, and happy. All in a matter of about a second.
It made me realize (again) how important it is to refer back to where we've been to truly appreciate where we are and where we're going.
And I leave you with THE song that sums up all of the memories and emotions of when I met Joe. *sigh* Enjoy.
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