Thursday, February 10, 2011

Feeling Nostalgic

Today, I needed to go to the "lady doctor" {ew.} and eye doctor... sans kiddos. So, rather than take the "family car" {or, "Jakey's car", as it's most often called around here.} I strapped myself into the '96 Plymouth Neon and scooted out of here.

Apparently, driving the Neon is similar to riding a bike. Because, while I did struggle a little bit with exactly how much gas-pedal-ratio is needed on the clutch, I caught on quickly. As I zipped along toward my destinations, the years melted away and I found myself channeling my former twenty-five-year-old self. All the elements were there: Neon, Diet Coke, purse {NOT a diaper bag}, window rolled down for a nice breeze, and good, loud classic tunes--although they weren't the same"troubled, sad-relationship tunes" I used to listen to when I was twenty-five, the feeling was the same... No, it was better.

Because, as much as I loved my life at twenty-five {No, really. I did.} The nostalgia was just nostalgia. Nothing more. Nothing less. And it was the absolute best to get back home, park the Neon, and walk up to my front door while waving to my happy two-year-old and hubby in the living room window.

{And, no. I'm not pregnant.} :)

7 comments:

Laurel said...

Awe. :-)

Tara said...

Ahhhh...a Neon. My first car too! The memories of whipping around town, moon roof open, stick shift, GOOD TIMES!

Karin said...

It's good reflecting on the good 'ol days and realizing they really were good. And great to get back to an even happier present. Love it.
nice disclaimer, too:)

Tiff said...

Sometimes it is so nice to think about the past and remember the good times and then to think how happy the present is. Life is good!

Michelle said...

"She's always buzzin' just like Neon, Neon....."

Remember when the speedometer stopped working just outside of Snowville circa 2005?? Oh wait -

Shum Girl said...

I love this post because I can relate. Those very rare opportunities I get to be in a car alone I listen to CCR and imagine I am in my yellow Chevy Luv. I would never go back and live it again but I love the old feelings I get. It helps me to see how lucky I am now and how I've changed.

LEE BIEN said...

I think we'd all be much more sane if we'd occasionally turn off our cell phones, turn up the radio, and take a little drive.