This morning my sweetie and I left home for a long weekend with his parents/my in-laws. (And for those who might be wondering, spending time with my sweetie’s parents [and family in general] is a good thing. We all get along; indeed, we all really like each other.) The drive from our house to theirs takes about 3 hours (give or take); and during the trip one of the many things my sweetie and I typically do is listen to music.
Today we spent the first half of the trip listening to the radio. The oldies station. And it was actually quite fascinating: during those 90 minutes, as I listened to a variety of songs so familiar to me, I was reminded of many memories associated with each one.
“Cecelia” by Simon and Garfunkel reminded me of my dad, and Sunday mornings. “Help” by the Beatles took me back to the days of delivering newspapers as an adolescent. “Jack and Diane” by John (Cougar) Mellencamp found me in the middle of my college campus. “So Far Away” by Carole King brought to mind both the red hills of Georgia, and my first years living on my own as a bonafide adult. As the songs kept coming, the memories kept appearing; and past stories, long forgotten, were suddenly in my mind’s eye, vivid and bright.
In those 90 minutes, I was taken on a rather thorough trip through my past. As we approached my in-laws home and I transitioned to the present, the overriding emotions I felt were happiness, and gratitude. I’ve had such an amazing life; I have always been surrounded by loving family, caring friends, heck, even thoughtful strangers! I’ve been wildly lucky in so many facets of my existence. Life was – and is – so very, very good.