- I went to a party tonight, held at the house of someone in the music industry. It was REALLY nice to be surrounded by people who didn’t look at me weird when they asked where my husband was, and I responded, “Switzerland!” I mean, surprise, yes. Weird, no.
- At said party, I met people that I probably should have met a long time ago due to mutual friends in common. I am constantly struck by how incredibly small the music community really is. It’s exactly what makes Nashville feel like a small town.
- Ok, I can’t begin to say how giddy I am that my husband will be home soon. I absolutely can’t wait!
I’d really like to give this blog a lot more attention. The problem is that my whole original angle is far too narrow. So I think I’m going to continue to open up topics and just see where it goes. Sometimes its best to let something grow on its own and not fight it.
As I write this, I am watching a History Channel show about 9/11. Seven years later I still feel emotions welling up inside of me. How much this country and world have changed in the last seven years since these events. And on such a smaller scale, how much my own life has changed since then.
Since then, we’ve had/have war in response to 9/11 and circumstances surrounding it. We had Hurricane Katrina, which brought about a new respect for Mother Nature and its power. And as we look back on a man-made disaster, my focus is now on Hurricane Ike churning in the Gulf of Mexico and heading for Texas. I worry for my family and friends that are in the direct line of the storm.
I’m going about life, though, as normal. What else CAN I do at this point? Yes, I am worried. Yes, I am taking time to pause and reflect. But ultimately, I have to push forward and continue to live my life. I have to continue to keep my focus on today. Enjoy today. Enjoy the moment.
My husband is in Switzerland right now for a music festival. It’s been strange not talk to him at all the last several days, relying on email to communicate when we can. We always at least say good night before bed! (Maybe that’s why my sleep schedule is so far off.)
I know he’s having a wonderful time, and I keep telling him that he must come back with LOTS of pictures and maybe a souvenir or two. I sure wish I were there as well! I must get my passport soon so if this ever happens again, I CAN go.
But, I myself have been keeping busy doing this and that. Dinner with friends was awesome, for example. I’ve also been taking care of those little things that you just never have time to do. And I do admit, I’ve taken time to be a little lazy as well, but that pretty much is counter productive to my goal: make the time pass faster until he is back home.
Right now, I have laundry stacked up on the other couch waiting to be put away, and I have a small list of errands to run tomorrow at some point. And, like I said before… I’ll also be watching Ike closely. There’s nothing I can do about it, but I’ll be watching nonetheless.
*disclaimer: this entry took about three hours to type between laundry loads, watching TV and chatting on-line. I apologize if its disjointed and has no real flow. I’ll do better next time.*
I never say it enough. I love my city.
I grew up a small town girl. 3A high school graduate. Living in the country until college. And even then, I went to college in… what you’d pretty much STILL call a small town in a way. (A small city, perhaps?) Believing myself to be that small town kid for life, I was surprised how the pull of the city tugged at me. I knew for YEARS I’d end up in Nashville eventually. I just figured it would be via Dallas, Texas, first. But, instead I skipped the middle step and went from small town to “big city.”
Here is the craziest thing of it all, though. I have more friends here than I ever did “back home.” Sure, my closest friends — the ones dearest to my heart and that I confide in most — come from years of experiences in our small town(s). But the sheer number of people I know now boggles my mind some times. And I am constantly making new friends and acquaintances.
A step beyond that, I’ve found I love to keep my finger on the pulse of the city. No, I don’t know everything that is happening. But I like to have a general idea of things that are happening. Simply because I love my city!
It’s so funny how… I will always feel Small Town Texas to be my home, but I have this love for Nashville. I think the skyline is beautiful. I love the general vibe it has. This has become home now, and… it makes me happy. It’s where I belong now.
I’m supposed to be good at this.
Then why am I sitting here going, “Okay, its time for him to come home?”
I guess I’m just out of practice? Or perhaps its the fact that its a long weekend, so his absence this weekend seems more poignant? Though I’ve spend my birthday alone before. Last year he left on Thanksgiving. This shouldn’t matter. Those weren’t big deals. This shouldn’t be.
No, I guess no matter how much of a “pro” I fancy myself, sometimes you just miss your spouse. And I do miss him more than usual right now. How will I be in a couple weeks when he’s out of the country!? Well… granted… I already have plans to look forward to during that time, so that’ll help. Different circumstances all the way around with that, really.
And really, that’s what it all comes down to. I told him the other day that, “Time passes slower here than it does where you are.” Meaning, he’s so busy that time flies by… whereas while I am busy doing things here at home, I’m still at home. And the time seems to drag by at times.
Perception. That’s a big thing that is hard to adjust for each side of an equation. In a lot of ways, this has been a short run. Heck, had he stayed with his last employer I would have hardly seen him this entire summer. So I am ultimately grateful, and I know he’ll be home in just over a day and a half.
I think myself a pro… but even pros have their moments.
Baby you need to come home
There’s a little bit of something me
In everything in you…