From Philly to Cali, Cali to Philly…

From Philly to Cali, Cali to Philly...

Tonight I was driving through Hollywood and my iPhone was cruising through shuffle. I chilled through a few old songs; Neil Young’s ‘Harvest’, The Faint’s ‘Agenda Suicide’ and then outta nowhere Freeway’s ‘All My Life’ came on. I got excited, turned my stereo all the way up and drove through Hollywood rapping Freeway. I felt like I was 23 again driving around Philly with my girlfriends smoking blunts and just loving life.

This got me thinking about growing up and how odd it really is. I am 33 years old, ten years have passed since I was that girl in Philly, but somehow I still feel like her at times. I now really cherish those moments when the young version of myself pops her head out and has fun for a few minutes, or even an evening. When you get older things change. When you used to be able to go out at 11 and dance your ass off, drink an overwhelming amount of alcohol,  smoke blunts, then go to work the next day. I could never image doing so, nor would I want to, but that girl is there, somewhere.

What I’m getting at is that no matter how much we change, we still are us. Those little quirks still exist and sometimes we just need to let them out, just be a kid again. Kids just live presently. They just deal with life as it comes to them. There is no thinking about bills, or jobs, or family, its about now. The most I ever cared about was; where we all my friends were meeting and what time. Anything else was just a bonus.

I appreciate the wisdom and many valuable lessons I’ve learned over the years, but fuck it. Sometimes you just gotta turn the radio up and rap like a white girl.

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  1. Funny you wrote this tonight. I was looking for something on the old hard drive tonight and ended up on a long trip down memory lane. Not with photos, but words. Reading old blogs, private journals, even surveys. Man, you and I have been through a lot. It’s hard to really comprehend at times. It’s like 17-18 years or so now. I was reading 100 lifetimes we’ve lived, but we lived them together, one way or another. I love you. I miss you a lot. I am proud of you, you are constantly growing and learning and being you. I don’t tell you this stuff enough. You are my best friend and I am grateful and wouldn’t change any of it for the world.

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