Anyone Up for some Homerun Derby?
Let me start by saying that I am a true New Englander. As much as i complain and moan about the bitter winter I could never live happily without seasons. There is something so invigorating about the transition from one season to the next. It reminds you of the possibilty...no the inevitability...of change. I thrive under these seasonal circumstances. They breathe life into me no matter how dire my situation may be.

That being said, the major drawback to this is the nostalgia that seems to follow in tow. I spent 6 years with my ex-off and on. Sometimes much more off than on. But nonetheless we spent many a season together. With that came the many seasonal activities. There in lies that nostalgia.

On beatiful early springs Sundays like this we would be on fire. He would wake me up singing his off-key rendition of Lionel Ritchie's "Easy Like Sunday Morning" in my ear and before we knew it some of our friends would be at the door ready with cookout gear in hand. We's all head outside and enjoy the hell out of the great weather. Wiffle ball, card playing, cold beer, delicious steak tips, pasta salad, loud old school music and good friends.

And that's why, even though I know that we could never work out and I was the one that put the period on our relationship, I still yearn for those days. We had a real life together. With patterns, routines and a community. And now someone else is living that life with him. Those cookouts, those friends, those rituals. And as much as I do Love my life....and I do...it's hard not to miss the old days. Especially on days like today when I have to be creative and really struggle to figure out how to use these beautiful spring days all on my own. I've taken a walk, run some errands...and now what?

They say that good stuff is always the most difficult...here's to the pot of gold at the end of this road that I'm constatly trying to see as a rainbow...