It’s a troubling time of wanting to go back.
To anything, everything.
Two of our dearest Missoula friends are in Jackson right now, at the Bike-In Movies:
The poster was designed by moi… which makes it even harder not being there. Talking with Sarah on the phone, telling her where to go around town, I ached wanting to go back.
A gchat conversation between Evan and myself…
I found myself, on this Wednesday, even wanting to go back to Saturday. This past Saturday was ah-mazing. I ran a 10k, went to three different markets, bought only purple and green produce…
If you can’t tell, that’s some Paul Simon, Rolling Stones, Bruce Springsteen, and Paul Simon again. Oh, and the DVD of You Me and Everyone We Know. I got it for a dollar at a yard sale on Saturday. Please remember how much I love Miranda July.
I want to go back to Saturday.
And then Lisa [my bff] had to go and post photos from Greece. I die. I ache to go back.
There was just so much love, so much laughter in that trip.
And as I ride my bike around Missoula, it’s hard not to think about, “what if I weren’t riding to work?” What if I were riding in Italy for the day.
But, no, live in the now! That’s what I tell myself. I have to remind myself that I love what I’m doing, where I am.
I love what I worked on today. I love what I ate today. What I drank today. Where I ran today. Who I laughed with today. Who I laughed with last night. Where I was today. What I read today. Where I’ll be tomorrow.
I love it.
I must remind myself.
On to dancing to this song on repeat in the kitchen whilst delving into baking adventures.
p.s. I absolutely love that video. The way he looks when he dances and sings is the way I feel when I dance and sing at my freest.