I got stuck in traffic the other day as I mistakenly drove past Scranton High School as they were letting out students for the day. I graduated 10 years ago from high school this past June, and while I can't believe I graduated 10 years ago, I'm almost certain that no amount of money would make me want to go back and do it all again. It wasn't like I had an awful time in High School. I wasn't popular, but no one really bothered me. It probably helped that I was smart, and all the smart kids were popular so we had class together, every day for four years (five if you count 8th grade). But college.. yeah, I would totally go back and relive that.
Ten years ago, I was a freshmen at the University of Arizona studying political science and living in Gila Hall on campus. That was ten years ago... before I owned my first iPod. I only owned a cell phone for a few months. No one really texted, and I had to create my own ringtones with codes (mine was Hella Good by No Doubt). We left AIM up with away messages, and hoped someone would leave an IM message on there. Napster was useless, but Limewire was great. I didn't know what high speed internet was until my dorm had it. That was all ten years ago.. and I shouldn't really remember it, but I do.. almost vividly like it all happened yesterday (except I can't really remember what happened yesterday).
I remember I used to write my high school friends e-mails like a journal entry. They were probably painstankly detailed and long, but I wrote them anyway. I don't even think they responded to half of them, but I wrote them so I wouldn't forget.
I never wanted to forget my first big crush and all the moments he made my heart race.
I never wanted to forget the first time living on my own and being truly responsible for myself.
I never wanted to forget how easily college classes came to me.
I never wanted to forget discovering new music, new friends, a new life, and most importantly starting to discover me.
College influenced me in ways high school never did... academically, socially, you name it. So maybe that's why I remember exactly what it felt like when I left a nighttime class assignment and how the moon was so bright and the air was warm and how happy I felt. Maybe that's why I remember Chiho Wong and his Algebra class or why I remember the first time a guy told me I was beautiful.
Do you remember parts of your life better than others? Did high school or college influence you more? Which one changed you and made you the person you are today?
I was so excited to get the Essie giveaway that I won on Adrienne's blog in the mail today! I can't wait to try out all the colors.
I tend to not paint my fingernails in the summer time, because I paint my toenails (yes I'm that lazy). I'm excited for boot weather and fingernail painting... (and leather jackets and sweaters and cooler weather but no snow.)
What gets you excited for the fall?
P.S. I got cleared to swim laps again by my doctor! My life can resume again.
I'm so depressed... ok not clinically depressed, but I hurt my neck/shoulder a few weeks ago in my sleep! Yes, I woke up sore, and the pain just did not go away so I finally succumb to the pain (albeit mostly dull), and went to the chiropractor on Friday. He told me to lay off swimming laps and doing yoga for a few days as I have a swollen (abscessed) muscle. I went back to him today to do more therapy, and he told me I could resume yoga, but not swimming for a while ("Take a week off."- his words.. little did he know because of the pain I haven't done laps in a week.. and then it'll be possibly two weeks before I can go back).
I don't know if I ever shared the fact that I swim laps and do vinyasa yoga once a week with you. But, well now I am, and I have to admit I took an extended break from working out (way longer than it should have been, and even though it was good for my mind, it probably wasn't so good for my body). I got back into the swing of things recently and then injury happens (and not my exercising.. stupid sleep). You have no idea how much the no lap swimming deflated my motivation; I literally had my gym bag ready to swim laps tonight, and then nope, I can't. I only do yoga once a week (and to be honest I don't generally like it, but I like the stretch), and I swim the rest of the week. So all I can do is yoga and find the motivation to do the dreaded elliptical machine (oh how I loathe it) and dream about swimming until it's ok for my shoulder and neck.
Do you work out? How would you keep your motivation for it if injury subsided your training?
This week's What to Wear is to a Bonfire! The only time I go to a bonfire is when I'm at the lake, and I'm always in yoga pants, a hoodie, and flipflops. That's not necessarily a good What to Wear outfit, so I tried to come up with something to wear since it's still relatively warm out. In October there's an annual bonfire event in Scranton at the Scranton Iron Furnaces. I'd wear something similar to this outfit here except I'd throw on a pair of boots and a leather jacket as well since it'll be a little bit chillier in late October.
What would you wear to a bonfire? And don't forget to check these lovely ladies out to see what they'd wear to a bonfire!
If you're a long time reader of this blog, or even a short time reader, you know of my love and devotion to the city of Scranton. But, truth be told, I was born, raised, and currently live in a "suburb" right outside of it called Dunmore. I grew up with a 18509 of zipcode (one of Scranton's), and not the iconic 18512 of Dunmore's. Growing up, I spent the majority of my time on the cusp of Scranton, but attended Dunmore schools and played Dunmore sports. I don't know what it was that made my change my allegiance to Scranton (probably because I never really had one to Dunmore). Dunmore is a small town, about 14,000 people, and people always talk about the Dunmore bubble. The town has a way of sucking you in and if you're not careful, of limiting your experience to small town life. It's a town that derives its power and influence on if you have the right name or not, and I never did.
But that doesn't mean I didn't learn most of my core values from Dunmore. When you're from Dunmore you care about your neighbors, you care about your town, and you learn to respect all of those around you. You make sure your trash and recycling is picked up on time, and if it's not, you and your neighbors leave your recycle bin out in defiance every day until the borough's DPW picks it up. You don't let your neighborhood become one for the headlines of the local papers (or at least you try not to), and when Dunmore turns 150 years out, you show up in droves for the 3 day anniversary celebration.
Spending so much time in Scranton lately, I think I forgot my roots. The roots that I obviously still hold onto since I live in Dunmore (lower taxes don't hurt either). I always thought not having the right last name made me an outsider in Dunmore like I didn't know enough people to count myself as a true Dunmorean, but I was pleasantly surprised by how many people I do know in Dunmore, and how much I love the town. I get why people want to live in Dunmore (and not just because of lower taxes), but because above all else, people have pride in the little borough.
Thank you, Dunmore, for etching a little place in my heart with your small town love, and happy 150 years! May the next 150 be just as fabulous!