I have often felt the feels of this song. But I feel them
more now – after being confined mostly to the walls of my own home for more then two months.
Let's goI don't care
Anywhere
And even the uncertainty of “what we’ll find” seems
heightened in our current world
White lines flyin' by, who knows what we'll find
You and me tonight
The slow opening and a tentative return to “normal” that makes
possible the very idea of “you and me” becoming a reality again is exciting.
When's the last time we dropped our things and went?
Woke up somewhere that we've both never been?
Too long.
That would generally be my response, but it is wholeheartedly
my response right now.
But this line, it is rolling around in my brain:
Growin' up doesn't mean gettin' older
One more line jumps out – and stands in starker relief after
the past couple months:
I just wanna come back with a memory
Even before quarantine and isolation, this was a sentiment
that struck a chord. I’ve found that the more places I go and things I see, the
truer this statement becomes for me.
Memories are what I want to carry with me. Pictures help me
relive them. And even better is seeing and talking to the people I made those
memories with again.
So, family, here I come – and let’s make some new memories
and relive some old ones, whether we drive and wake up somewhere we’ve never
been or just sit around mom and dad’s well-worn kitchen table.
P.S. Here’s a link to the song. Give it a listen. Better
yet, go for a drive while listening :)
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