April 18, 2012

something right.

On my flight home, I kept thinking about time and growth, how the passing years can change everything or nothing. How the most permanent pieces of our lives, the people and places and feelings,  can return us to ourselves when we begin to wander. On my flight home, I realized that I spent the weekend with friends from preschool, high school, college—friends I've had for decades or maybe just a handful of years—and somehow it felt as if my entire life was sitting in a room.

I've done something right, I thought. To have these friends, this much love, and so much laughter surrounding me, I must have done something right along the way.

When I returned to my warm and stuffy apartment on Sunday night, sunlight waning outside the windows, a box was waiting for me. Inside I found piles and piles of clothes, the ones I'd lost three years ago in the moving-home-after-college shuffle. It was like opening up a time capsule, all these old familiar pieces I'd worn at a beach party, to class, to a job interview. There was the dress I picked out for one of my first dates with Radley, a pair of jeans I'd worn right through the knee, and a shirt so bright and flimsy that it probably shouldn't be seen outside the San Diego zip code.

Time does change some things, but not the good ones, you know?
I find comfort in that, I think. A bit of reassurance.


Recklessly, Headlessly. said... [Reply to comment]

Hi Laura!

I love little posts like this, that spoken thought kind of post where we all at some point think the same but never really mention it. Not every blog post has to be a big promotion or event and I love those moments!

Love your blog!

Natasha x


Laura Marie said... [Reply to comment]

@Recklessly, Headlessly. Thanks, Natasha! Appreciate it :)

Laura said... [Reply to comment]

What a lovely post. I was listening to Old Pine by Ben Howard and I think it's the perfect song for these thoughts, this kind of feeling.

Happy Thursday from Berlin!
xo Laura