When I started this blog, I was in a very transitional phase of my life. Picking up pieces of who I was and trying to combine them into some image that made enough of a whole to move forward.
Tomorrow will be 2 years to the day of when I walked away from my life as I knew it. Literally just walked out. And set myself along a very rocky path that has been the last two years. A slew of fallen through plans; a veritable Boulevard of Broken dreams (not sure why I feel intent on making a Green Day Reference...I guess it was something unpredicatble but in the end, it's right). But it's been a long journey and Cindy Lou Who has been a very meaningful practice in transparency and reflection.
And while I have never considered myself a writer, I've used this medium as a therapy several times throughout my life, and it's always been a fantastic outlet. Cindy Lou Who has been no exception to this rule. But now, as I am closing the book on the last 2 years, and looking forward to the next however many years it may be, I've realized that I don't feel the need to write as much.
Now, I'm sure that I just ruined your week with the thought that you might not get to read about my glamorous life, or the hysterical musings of my Mickey. But that's not what I'm saying at all. This is a good thing. I feel bright and shiny again. Not dark and twisty. I went back and read a lot of my posts from last fall, when I first started writing again, and I don't recognize that girl. But not in a bad way, very much in a good way. I had goals for things that I wanted to learn how to do, how to make myself better, and how to set myself up to move forward positively. And I really think I've done that.
And as I'm coming up on what is a big anniversary in my personal life, I have to go back further. I may not recognize myself from 10 months ago, but I really have NO idea who that girl from 2 years ago was. Or where I lost myself so much along the way. But I guess it's easy to lose something that you had never really found. All I mean to say here is that I've been quiet because I've been good. Not much on my mind, just doin my thang. Learning my new city, enjoying some new friends and really just doing whatever I feel like.
So here's my dilemma. I don't want to stop writing. But I want to change the direction of Cindy Lou Who. Give it some focus and write about something FUN that's more than just a space for me to rant and rave. It might be a food blog, it might be a beer blog to go along with the newly forming beer club I'm working on with some friends. It might be a things to do in Richmond blog (but then I start losing some of my Atlanta base). Maybe I'll just post daily pictures of Mickey dressed up in funny outfits. Really, this could go lots of ways. But stay tuned, there will be some overhaul to the site. Much as there has been to myself- so you can atleast be sure that it will be for the better!
Monday, July 16, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
An Atlantan's view of Richmond
Well, I'm 2 weeks into life in Richmond. And it's been a packed 2 weeks. Busy with work, which is a great change of pace. Loving my new living space and enjoying the comforts of downtown living for once. Getting to know the Richmond social scene, seeing some old friends, and making some pretty awesome new ones all along the way.
But, there are a few things that stick out here in this foreign land that I can't just ignore. Well, I guess I could, but then I would have to write another post about my dog and even though I know you all love reading about Mickey's exciting adventures, figured maybe some varied content would be welcomed :)
Despite going to college in the Richmond area for 4 years, I did not realize that I was never truly immersed in the Richmond culture. But now that I am more so, I've had a little culture shock. So I thought I would compare and contrast these two cities a little bit. And maybe if you play your cards right, there'll be a venn diagram in it at the end for you visual people (but most likely probably not).
Area Codes
ATL: There are 3- 404 (the original), 770 (the OTP), and 678 (for newbies)
RVA: Only 1- 804
Why it matters: As best as I know, all phone numbers are 10 digits- AREA CODE + #. Since there is only the 1 code, no one leads with an area code. It sounds small, but man it throws you off. It took me about 5 tries to dial out from my work phone to a local number last week because I kept including the area code and getting the wrong number. Also, when you see a 7 digit phone number posted up on a sign, it might as well be an internation phone number- it just doesn't compute.
Speed Limits
ATL: 10 over whatever is posted is pretty much the bare minimum not to get the finger
RVA: 10 under is the maximum that anyone will go, and they will do it dead even with the car next to them creating a brick wall of frustration that cannot be overtaken.
Why it matters: Road rage is real. And I have it. But IF I have the chance to even make it to the speed limit, I feel like I'm flying at 100 MPH. Speed it up, Richmond, or I'm going to start a petition to have your Raceway removed because clearly you are learning NOTHING from it.
Traffic
ATL: The source of the aforementioned road rage
RVA: There just isn't any
Why it matters: Assuming I can get away from the drivers going strictly 10 MPH, it's just nice not to spend a half hour to go 2 miles. Even this week when the storms knocked power out all over the city, it was more bearable than going ANYWHERE on a Friday between 3pm and 8pm in Atlanta.
Atlanta's nickanme
ATL: As a native Atlantan, the only acceptable nicknames for our beloved town would be ATL or A-town
RVA: People think that using "HOT-lanta" is clever and cute
Why it matters: I'm not sure that I have made good enough friends to call someone to bail me out on the assault charges that will be pressed if I hear one more ASS CLOWN refer to Atlanta as...I can't even re-type it. It's awful and no self-respecting Atlantan would EVER use this horrible term.
**Point of clarification, I think this plagues many cities other than Richmond, but since I'm getting it here, I'm willing to discriminate.
Pro Sports teams
ATL: Braves, Falcons, Hawks
RVA: Nada.
Why it matters: It makes me question how people pledge their allegiances to teams that they can't regularly follow. Even this week during the Braves/Nationals series, I couldn't see all the games due to regional black outs. So any Nationals fans are just default fans...and that's no fun.
Those are the big glaring issues right now for me. I'm sure that there will be a Part 2 of this post coming in the future weeks as I have a chance to explore and learn some more. Stay tuned!
But, there are a few things that stick out here in this foreign land that I can't just ignore. Well, I guess I could, but then I would have to write another post about my dog and even though I know you all love reading about Mickey's exciting adventures, figured maybe some varied content would be welcomed :)
Despite going to college in the Richmond area for 4 years, I did not realize that I was never truly immersed in the Richmond culture. But now that I am more so, I've had a little culture shock. So I thought I would compare and contrast these two cities a little bit. And maybe if you play your cards right, there'll be a venn diagram in it at the end for you visual people (but most likely probably not).
Area Codes
ATL: There are 3- 404 (the original), 770 (the OTP), and 678 (for newbies)
RVA: Only 1- 804
Why it matters: As best as I know, all phone numbers are 10 digits- AREA CODE + #. Since there is only the 1 code, no one leads with an area code. It sounds small, but man it throws you off. It took me about 5 tries to dial out from my work phone to a local number last week because I kept including the area code and getting the wrong number. Also, when you see a 7 digit phone number posted up on a sign, it might as well be an internation phone number- it just doesn't compute.
Speed Limits
ATL: 10 over whatever is posted is pretty much the bare minimum not to get the finger
RVA: 10 under is the maximum that anyone will go, and they will do it dead even with the car next to them creating a brick wall of frustration that cannot be overtaken.
Why it matters: Road rage is real. And I have it. But IF I have the chance to even make it to the speed limit, I feel like I'm flying at 100 MPH. Speed it up, Richmond, or I'm going to start a petition to have your Raceway removed because clearly you are learning NOTHING from it.
Traffic
ATL: The source of the aforementioned road rage
RVA: There just isn't any
Why it matters: Assuming I can get away from the drivers going strictly 10 MPH, it's just nice not to spend a half hour to go 2 miles. Even this week when the storms knocked power out all over the city, it was more bearable than going ANYWHERE on a Friday between 3pm and 8pm in Atlanta.
Atlanta's nickanme
ATL: As a native Atlantan, the only acceptable nicknames for our beloved town would be ATL or A-town
RVA: People think that using "HOT-lanta" is clever and cute
Why it matters: I'm not sure that I have made good enough friends to call someone to bail me out on the assault charges that will be pressed if I hear one more ASS CLOWN refer to Atlanta as...I can't even re-type it. It's awful and no self-respecting Atlantan would EVER use this horrible term.
**Point of clarification, I think this plagues many cities other than Richmond, but since I'm getting it here, I'm willing to discriminate.
Pro Sports teams
ATL: Braves, Falcons, Hawks
RVA: Nada.
Why it matters: It makes me question how people pledge their allegiances to teams that they can't regularly follow. Even this week during the Braves/Nationals series, I couldn't see all the games due to regional black outs. So any Nationals fans are just default fans...and that's no fun.
Those are the big glaring issues right now for me. I'm sure that there will be a Part 2 of this post coming in the future weeks as I have a chance to explore and learn some more. Stay tuned!
Monday, June 25, 2012
Life is a Highway
I know I owe an update to a lot of people. But please try to understand how busy and distracted I have been in my last week. So now that we all agree I'm forgiven, I shall proceed :)
The transition to Richmond has been...seamless. It's odd really, that I feel as though I have just slipped into a new routine, a new belonging, a new way of living and it doesn't phase me. Perhaps this speaks to my high apptitude for adaptibility...or more likely, that it just hasn't hit me yet. But I actually think that I can liken this feeling to the traffic patterns that I have expereinced in my week of commuting 12 miles each way. Every morning at 8:15 when I hit I-95 North to the Parham exit (pronouned Pear-am, NOT Par-ham...very important distinction I have learned, btw), there is no traffic. I keep driving, accelerating, and waiting for the inevitable block in the channel. But I don't hit it. I've been so conditioned by my previous life experience that the road block is coming, there is an inevitable barrier around every turn, but not here. No traffic. Ever. And even if there is...I can take a side road, and still move. It makes NO SENSE. It has quite literally redefined everything that I know about commuting.
Now is this a greater metaphor for my life? Probably not, it's most likely attributed to living in a city with better infrastructure and a mere fraction of the population, but it's a fun parallel to draw given this pretty significant life change. What if this is the end to my roadblocks, and there's nothing but clear highway ahead upon which I can continue to accelerate? A life where Mickey and I really can just roll the windows down, turn the music up and just cruise along... of course at a very safe speed and with our seatbelts on because otherwise he would be far too scared. I'm willing to entertain the idea given that I just sat in a whoping 7 hours of cluster truck traffic overnight on I-285 (which actually happened, little known fact). No more Saturday afternoon spin outs while racing on the freeway.
Ok enough, of the intersate allegories...and onto the facts. My first week in Richmond has been pretty good. I've reconnected with some old friends, I've tried some new activities (such as taking yoga classes), I've pushed myself to make some new friends (had my first happy hour- $12 tab for 2, not bad!), found a new dog park, walked to some restaurants, and already feel more accomplished in my new job than I did in a year and a half in my old one. I'm in the process of responding to my first RFP, I have about 5 trips in the next 3 weeks, and my own intern at my beck and call :) All in all, I don't have much to complain about right now. Which is good given that I took a chance and moved my whole life in a small U-haul truck and my Hatchback for this opportunity. I feel reaffirmed, I feel confident. And this is all I really hoped for out of this experience. Even if for some odd reason I only get this week, it was totally worth it.
I won't go as far as to say that I feel complete, or whole again, but man do I feel hopeful that maybe there's a chance I can get there someday. And hopefully I will be the better for going after something that I really wanted and having it turn out to be as great as I knew it could be. I overcame a lot of fears, a lot of traffic to get to where I am right here, right now. So now, if you don't mind, it's time to put on my classiest shades and roll down the windows so that Mickey can feel the breeze in his ears, and put the petal to the metal.
The transition to Richmond has been...seamless. It's odd really, that I feel as though I have just slipped into a new routine, a new belonging, a new way of living and it doesn't phase me. Perhaps this speaks to my high apptitude for adaptibility...or more likely, that it just hasn't hit me yet. But I actually think that I can liken this feeling to the traffic patterns that I have expereinced in my week of commuting 12 miles each way. Every morning at 8:15 when I hit I-95 North to the Parham exit (pronouned Pear-am, NOT Par-ham...very important distinction I have learned, btw), there is no traffic. I keep driving, accelerating, and waiting for the inevitable block in the channel. But I don't hit it. I've been so conditioned by my previous life experience that the road block is coming, there is an inevitable barrier around every turn, but not here. No traffic. Ever. And even if there is...I can take a side road, and still move. It makes NO SENSE. It has quite literally redefined everything that I know about commuting.
Now is this a greater metaphor for my life? Probably not, it's most likely attributed to living in a city with better infrastructure and a mere fraction of the population, but it's a fun parallel to draw given this pretty significant life change. What if this is the end to my roadblocks, and there's nothing but clear highway ahead upon which I can continue to accelerate? A life where Mickey and I really can just roll the windows down, turn the music up and just cruise along... of course at a very safe speed and with our seatbelts on because otherwise he would be far too scared. I'm willing to entertain the idea given that I just sat in a whoping 7 hours of cluster truck traffic overnight on I-285 (which actually happened, little known fact). No more Saturday afternoon spin outs while racing on the freeway.
Ok enough, of the intersate allegories...and onto the facts. My first week in Richmond has been pretty good. I've reconnected with some old friends, I've tried some new activities (such as taking yoga classes), I've pushed myself to make some new friends (had my first happy hour- $12 tab for 2, not bad!), found a new dog park, walked to some restaurants, and already feel more accomplished in my new job than I did in a year and a half in my old one. I'm in the process of responding to my first RFP, I have about 5 trips in the next 3 weeks, and my own intern at my beck and call :) All in all, I don't have much to complain about right now. Which is good given that I took a chance and moved my whole life in a small U-haul truck and my Hatchback for this opportunity. I feel reaffirmed, I feel confident. And this is all I really hoped for out of this experience. Even if for some odd reason I only get this week, it was totally worth it.
I won't go as far as to say that I feel complete, or whole again, but man do I feel hopeful that maybe there's a chance I can get there someday. And hopefully I will be the better for going after something that I really wanted and having it turn out to be as great as I knew it could be. I overcame a lot of fears, a lot of traffic to get to where I am right here, right now. So now, if you don't mind, it's time to put on my classiest shades and roll down the windows so that Mickey can feel the breeze in his ears, and put the petal to the metal.
"There's a world outside every darkened door
Where Blues won't haunt you anymore
For the brave are free and lovers soar
Come ride with me to the distant shore"
My Musical Note
There's a song that reminds me of you
And there's one that I know reminds you of me
There's a song that makes me miss you
A song that makes me wish I could kiss you
One that makes me sad for you
And one that makes me smile.
And the chorus of this music makes up the story of my life.
The story of my days
The tale that I will one day tell.
And I sing this song every morning when I rise,
Every night when I slumber
And in the moments when I wonder.
So if you sing me a song, I'll try hard to listen. But I may not hear you over my own tune.
And there's one that I know reminds you of me
There's a song that makes me miss you
A song that makes me wish I could kiss you
One that makes me sad for you
And one that makes me smile.
And the chorus of this music makes up the story of my life.
The story of my days
The tale that I will one day tell.
And I sing this song every morning when I rise,
Every night when I slumber
And in the moments when I wonder.
So if you sing me a song, I'll try hard to listen. But I may not hear you over my own tune.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
A Fresh Start
This has probably been my longest break since I started blogging at the end of last summer. So much has been going on with my recent move to Virginia, starting a new job, and just living a whole new life in general.
I haven't really had time to stop and think about anythiing for almost 2 weeks it feels like. But now, I'm mostly moved into my apartment, Mickey has taken up residence in a new closet, and I finally have groceries in the pantry, that's how I know I've really arrived.
Even though I've only had 2 days at work, I've been more mentally drained from my two days here than I was from my last year and a half combined. I honestly believe that. I think after my last post, my poor brain wasn't anticipating ever being engaged again. Wake up call!
And while I have so many things lingering on my mind, whether it be the sadness about walking away from my coaching gig, missing my nephew's birthday pool party, or just the general feeling of living somewhere that I don't have a comfort zone, they have all taken a back seat to how do I get home from work, where is the local DMV, and what do I need to do to get my insurance policies rewritten?? I'm excited to be here and still totally convinced that this is the right decision, but also totally fearful that I am going to wake up in 2 weeks and realize that I'm a lot more lonely than I thought.
It's hard to make new friends at my age without a cover for it. Everyone at work is already buddied up. I found a tennis team but they have cancelled all upcomming practices due to the heat (don't even get me started on this) and I don't think that going out to a bar all alone is really the best idea for a single girl in town. I'm relying heavily on my connections in the area, and trust that these will serve me well. But for now, for tonight, I am putting all of this aside and relying on the fact that I am so wiped out from this week already that my best option is to go to bed so that I can get up early in the morning for my workout and run.
I hope I don't wake up 5 years from now and realize that's how I've gotten through the last 5 years though...
I haven't really had time to stop and think about anythiing for almost 2 weeks it feels like. But now, I'm mostly moved into my apartment, Mickey has taken up residence in a new closet, and I finally have groceries in the pantry, that's how I know I've really arrived.
Even though I've only had 2 days at work, I've been more mentally drained from my two days here than I was from my last year and a half combined. I honestly believe that. I think after my last post, my poor brain wasn't anticipating ever being engaged again. Wake up call!
And while I have so many things lingering on my mind, whether it be the sadness about walking away from my coaching gig, missing my nephew's birthday pool party, or just the general feeling of living somewhere that I don't have a comfort zone, they have all taken a back seat to how do I get home from work, where is the local DMV, and what do I need to do to get my insurance policies rewritten?? I'm excited to be here and still totally convinced that this is the right decision, but also totally fearful that I am going to wake up in 2 weeks and realize that I'm a lot more lonely than I thought.
It's hard to make new friends at my age without a cover for it. Everyone at work is already buddied up. I found a tennis team but they have cancelled all upcomming practices due to the heat (don't even get me started on this) and I don't think that going out to a bar all alone is really the best idea for a single girl in town. I'm relying heavily on my connections in the area, and trust that these will serve me well. But for now, for tonight, I am putting all of this aside and relying on the fact that I am so wiped out from this week already that my best option is to go to bed so that I can get up early in the morning for my workout and run.
I hope I don't wake up 5 years from now and realize that's how I've gotten through the last 5 years though...
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
My Atlanta Bucket List
Alright, so now that the news is all out there to everyone, I can stop being so mysterious about my move to Richmond coming up next week. However, before I fully make the transition from Atlanta to Richmond, I have some unfinished business here in the ATL.
Thus, I present to y'all (because that's the only way to say it here in the A), my Atlanta Bucket List. The things that I have always wanted (or atleast recently wanted) to do yet have never done in my 26 years as a native Atlantan.
Climb Stone Mountain
Yes, I'm serious, I have never climbed Stone Mountain. Despite all the class field trips, cheesy group picnics, weddings, and team outings. What better icon of true Southern Pride than a 1,686 ft high rock with a Civil War homage etched into the side upon which one can catch a nightly laser show to prove your Atlanta-ness? I've been to the park, I've been to the laser show. I've yet to tackle the mountain Woman-to-Rock. At this point, it's more of a tradition than a desire, and one that I have not had the joy of experiencing.
Eat at Antico Pizza
This one is just shameful, I admit. Even though it's only been open for a few years, Antico has quickly established its name on the map as not only one of Atlanta's top restaurants, but also as a nationally recognized pizza joint. The hype surrounding the allegedly fantastic Neopolitan style pizza that Antico turns out knows no limits. This one has been on my radar for MONTHS now, but I just haven't made it out there. I love communal tables, I love BYOB, I love good pizza. What on earth have I been waiting for?!?!?! Oh ya...company...
Visit Sweetwater Brewery
Again, yes I'm totally serious. It's something I've been meaning to do for years...I just haven't quite gotten around to it yet. And given that the brewery tours are only at 5pm on Fridays, it looks like this is one that I may have to save for a visit home one weekend. It's just something that I have to do. When in Rome...
The Clermont Lounge
One of Atlanta's classier treasures...The world famous Clermont Lounge. Where strippers go when their careers have been over for 10 years. Now, there's an obvious reason that I've never actually been here. I'm not exactly one to frequent strip clubs, nor am I one to frequent sleazy night clubs. BUT, again, this is just one of those staples of the city that everyone has been to at one time or another. Usually as a result of a late night group decision to go see Blondie (I'll let you Google that one). I mean...does anyone ever really PLAN to end up there? I guess there's always time after my going away party. How about it, gang??
99 Cent Draughts at Park Tavern
I'm not even 100% convinced that this one is real. But urban legend has it that any time it rains, all draughts at Park Tavern are only 99 cents. And while Park Tavern is a lovely venue settled right on the edge of Atlanta's Piedmont Park, why would anyone want to go there on a rainy day? Well, 99 cent draughts of course! This one is perhaps a spur of the moment rainy day type activity that doesn't lend itself to being a common stop on many lists unless you just happen to live close by, but it's something that I've always wanted to try! Hmm, it's raining right now...
See a Concert at Chastain
Again, this one is almost embarassing as a native Atlantan. Everyone has been to a show at Chastain. Everyone. Except me. Poor, little ol' me. Something I always wanted to do and meant to do but it just never quite panned out. Whether it was the Goo Goo Dolls tickets that I bought and messed up the date on, the Dispatch tickets that I wanted to buy but couldn't get any takers, or the Elton John/ Billy Joel combo that my father stupidly turned down 15 years ago (Yes, Dad, Mom and I have NOT forgotten about this). I just haven't made it to Chastain. That's ok, even if I made it, I probably couldn't find anywhere to park anyway.
Attend a game at Sanford Stadium
While this one isn't technically Atlanta...well...deal with it. As big of a UGA Dawgs fan as I am, I have never actually seen them play live. I've watched almost every game on TV for a lot of years, but I have never seen them in person. I've seen Ga Tech play at Bobby Dodd (usually when Miami is in town) but the only sporting event that I've caught in Athens was a softball game last Memorial Day weekend when UGA played Baylor in the World Series Super Regional. This is one that will certainly haunt me, but hopefully one day I can make up there. Especially since it will be much harder to follow my Dawgs this fall without the leisure of local Atlanta programming.
I'll work on crossing some of these off my list in my last days here in Atlanta, and it will give me something to aspire to when I come to visit family and friends. If there are any other must dos in Atlanta, do share. But I've had a good run in this city, and we have a lot of memories together. With the exception of the few items listed above, if I haven't done it, there's probably a good reason for it.
But rest assured, Georgia will always be on my mind!
Thus, I present to y'all (because that's the only way to say it here in the A), my Atlanta Bucket List. The things that I have always wanted (or atleast recently wanted) to do yet have never done in my 26 years as a native Atlantan.
Climb Stone Mountain
Eat at Antico Pizza
This one is just shameful, I admit. Even though it's only been open for a few years, Antico has quickly established its name on the map as not only one of Atlanta's top restaurants, but also as a nationally recognized pizza joint. The hype surrounding the allegedly fantastic Neopolitan style pizza that Antico turns out knows no limits. This one has been on my radar for MONTHS now, but I just haven't made it out there. I love communal tables, I love BYOB, I love good pizza. What on earth have I been waiting for?!?!?! Oh ya...company...
Visit Sweetwater Brewery
Again, yes I'm totally serious. It's something I've been meaning to do for years...I just haven't quite gotten around to it yet. And given that the brewery tours are only at 5pm on Fridays, it looks like this is one that I may have to save for a visit home one weekend. It's just something that I have to do. When in Rome...
The Clermont Lounge
One of Atlanta's classier treasures...The world famous Clermont Lounge. Where strippers go when their careers have been over for 10 years. Now, there's an obvious reason that I've never actually been here. I'm not exactly one to frequent strip clubs, nor am I one to frequent sleazy night clubs. BUT, again, this is just one of those staples of the city that everyone has been to at one time or another. Usually as a result of a late night group decision to go see Blondie (I'll let you Google that one). I mean...does anyone ever really PLAN to end up there? I guess there's always time after my going away party. How about it, gang??
99 Cent Draughts at Park Tavern
See a Concert at Chastain
Again, this one is almost embarassing as a native Atlantan. Everyone has been to a show at Chastain. Everyone. Except me. Poor, little ol' me. Something I always wanted to do and meant to do but it just never quite panned out. Whether it was the Goo Goo Dolls tickets that I bought and messed up the date on, the Dispatch tickets that I wanted to buy but couldn't get any takers, or the Elton John/ Billy Joel combo that my father stupidly turned down 15 years ago (Yes, Dad, Mom and I have NOT forgotten about this). I just haven't made it to Chastain. That's ok, even if I made it, I probably couldn't find anywhere to park anyway.
Attend a game at Sanford Stadium
While this one isn't technically Atlanta...well...deal with it. As big of a UGA Dawgs fan as I am, I have never actually seen them play live. I've watched almost every game on TV for a lot of years, but I have never seen them in person. I've seen Ga Tech play at Bobby Dodd (usually when Miami is in town) but the only sporting event that I've caught in Athens was a softball game last Memorial Day weekend when UGA played Baylor in the World Series Super Regional. This is one that will certainly haunt me, but hopefully one day I can make up there. Especially since it will be much harder to follow my Dawgs this fall without the leisure of local Atlanta programming.
I'll work on crossing some of these off my list in my last days here in Atlanta, and it will give me something to aspire to when I come to visit family and friends. If there are any other must dos in Atlanta, do share. But I've had a good run in this city, and we have a lot of memories together. With the exception of the few items listed above, if I haven't done it, there's probably a good reason for it.
But rest assured, Georgia will always be on my mind!
Friday, June 1, 2012
Already Gone
Heard this on the radio yesterday and it just works right now.
Already Gone by Sugarland
My momma mapped out the road that she knows
Which hands you shake and which hands you hold
In my hand-me-down Mercury, ready to roll
She knew that I had to go
And hang out, make lots of noise
And lay out late with a boy
Make the mistakes that she made, ‘cause she knew all along
I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on
They say the first time won’t ever last
But that didn’t stop me the first time he laughed
All my friends tried to warn me, the day that we met
“Girl, don’t you lose your heart yet”
But his dark eyes dared me with danger
And sparks fly like flame to a paper
Fire in his touch burnin’ me up
But still I held on
‘Cause I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on
Last time I saw him, I packed up my things
And he smiled like the first time he told me his name
And we cried with each other, we spread the blame
For the parts that we couldn’t change
Pictures, dishes, and socks
It’s our whole life down to one box
There he was wavin’ goodbye on the front porch alone
But I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
And hang out, make lots of noise
And lay out late with a boy
Make the mistakes that she made
Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on
Already Gone by Sugarland
My momma mapped out the road that she knows
Which hands you shake and which hands you hold
In my hand-me-down Mercury, ready to roll
She knew that I had to go
And hang out, make lots of noise
And lay out late with a boy
Make the mistakes that she made, ‘cause she knew all along
I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on
They say the first time won’t ever last
But that didn’t stop me the first time he laughed
All my friends tried to warn me, the day that we met
“Girl, don’t you lose your heart yet”
But his dark eyes dared me with danger
And sparks fly like flame to a paper
Fire in his touch burnin’ me up
But still I held on
‘Cause I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on
Last time I saw him, I packed up my things
And he smiled like the first time he told me his name
And we cried with each other, we spread the blame
For the parts that we couldn’t change
Pictures, dishes, and socks
It’s our whole life down to one box
There he was wavin’ goodbye on the front porch alone
But I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
I was already gone
And hang out, make lots of noise
And lay out late with a boy
Make the mistakes that she made
Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on
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