The Garden State soundtrack was the soundtrack of my young adulthood.
The movie and the music resonated with what my friends and I were feeling in college. It captured our coming-of-age angst, anxiety, uncertainty, and desire for something more. Whatever more was. We weren’t quite sure (and probably still aren’t). But we knew it sometimes felt like that Shins song or trying to let ourselves feel like whatever we were actually feeling, falling in love with our best friend, or screaming into an infinite abyss. Watch a clip of the movie scene here.
A big thank you to my folks for sending us to explore NYC for my birthday!
This wasn’t my first trip to New York City.
For I had visited once before during my freshman year of high school. My high school choir was chosen to perform at Carnegie Hall amongst many other high school choirs. All 60 (or so) of us traveled to New York City as one big mass with a team of parent chaperones. We wore matching t-shirts with all of our names on the back.
Back in 1999, we didn’t have laptops or smartphones. We actually traveled without smart phones or laptops. I took lots of photos with a disposable camera that I had to bring to a drugstore to develop. At the time, my disposable camera was high-tech because it could take panoramic photos, too. You put your eye to the camera viewfinder and pray that most of your photos would turn out well. If you wanted to appear in your own photo, you asked a friend to take it. It didn’t occur to us to turn the camera around.
I’m nearing my 33rd birthday. Ever since I wrote the post 31 Feels Like Getting Really Excited About Trying A New Broom, it comes to mind again and again.
33 still feels like Uncle Rico trying to throw a football over them mountains. 33 knows a lot of Uncle Ricos. Basically everyone is Uncle Rico.
33 has heard Bob Seger’s “Against the Wind” many times, but, feels a punch to the gut when she really listens to the lyrics for the first time.
33 feels excited about getting new gutters.
33 revels in wearing sensible shoes. Heels, panty hose and panty lines be damned.
33 plans bi-annual lightbulb dates. These involve taking inventory of all of our burnt out bulbs, going to the homestore, buying the bulbs and replace, experiencing more excitement than the situation might dictate.
33 is (ironically) grateful she grew up before every moment and second could be documented and shared on smartphones and social media platforms.
Every once in a while my friend Beth publishes a “What’s On My Camera Roll” post. I get a kick out of the photos she shares along with their corresponding stories.
Now that we carry phones equipped with high quality cameras at all times, it’s effortless to snap a photo of whatever is amusing us at the moment. Here’s a glimpse into my past couple of weeks:
What was supposed to be a grand, long night of shenanigans ended as a leisurely dinner eating cheesy cauliflower. We were home by eight and I fell asleep by ten, watching Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha have a much wilder night than I.
Last year I wrote a post called “31 Feels Like Getting Really Excited About Trying Out A New Broom.” Upon moving into our new house, I found myself getting really excited about using a new plunger and figure the same applies to 32.
When I was young, my parents used to warn me that time flies infinitely faster when you get older. I thought this was weird and didn’t believe them. If there’s anything I do know with every fiber of my being, it’s that time does pass by faster when you’re older. It just does.