I know most of y'all hate it when I do this... which is why I always try to go when no one else is with me. Some of you haven't moved away yet, so you can't understand it. Others just aren't that sentimental and don't need to go back & visit, so you don't understand it. Some of you try to placate me, saying "there, there" when I get in this mood; but I don't think you understand it. And the rest of you just may not have ever been subjected to how pitiful I really am, so you haven't had the opportunity to understand it. Anyway, sorry to talk about it here... where all of you have to read about it... regardless of level of understanding. I'll try to be brief...
I started out by heading out to Ecko. I wanted to just visit my old employer and see if any of the same faces still sat peering from behind the desk. Plus, I wanted to see if anything jumped out at me that I could carry with me back to Forsythe. It was exactly the same, but different; and none of the old gang was around. But it was fun to visit the gallery that instilled the fun side of my style in me (if you can actually say that I have a style... I know Jon might disagree that I do, but...I like to think I do anyway). When I left Ecko, the car just steered itself on over to the old apt... which is odd since Randolph has never visited Laurel Ridge... but that's my story and I'm sticking to it. Anyway, L-R reached out and gave me a playful (yet painful!) punch in the arm, then grabbed ahold of me and made me sit for a while to just catch up. The Old Fashioned Wendy's waved hello and wondered why I wasn't stopping to ask for some extra tomatoes, but I just wasn't in an eating mood. Armadillo hugged me as I sat outside at the red light. 2802 was grinning from ear to ear at me; and I could see Phil, Sam, and Ashley watching TV up there. Ty was hanging out the window because he thought he saw my Montero coming around the corner. But Rufus was chuckling behind him... b/c he knew I haven't had that car for years and years. The pool at GT just gave me a blank stare... we weren't close... but I did use to have a bit of a crush on him. Why couldn't I be out there with those other bikini-clads girls? Oh yeah... b/c I didn't have their bodies or confidence. Anyway, the arboretum held my hand as I walked through. And the well said to say hi to all of y'all.
Okay, I could go on and on... but I won't subject you guys to this predicate. I just keep getting lower and lower anyway.
And no... I'm NOT sitting here watching Days of Our Lives while I'm writing this. Why would you think that?!?!?
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In a few years, you will be reminiscing about how your home first looked when you moved in, all you've done, what the puppies did, when you sat out sunbathing by your community pool, all the new friends you made....remember, a dear person to me keeps reflecting on how time flies by...when you look back it has flown by whether the times were a struggle or perfectly wonderful...appreciate every moment you have now for before you know it this moment will be one you're looking back to..we love you Heidi...MJM
I wanna go home too :(
Rats...no new news.....however,know that Portland remembers you .. it's beautiful here now with clear blue skies and the mts. covered in white and all out to greet you. MJM
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