Nostalgia

The meatballs were out of this world! This weekend, spent with our better than good friends in their beautiful home in Monterey, CA, was just what the doctor ordered. From the moment I arrived on Friday afternoon I was made to feel welcome and part of the family. Matt's little sister was visiting them as well, and so the house was full all weekend. It was a real treat! The highlights of the weekend were definiatly the company, conversation, and THE FOOD! All weekend long we enjoyed one feast after another! Thank you Matt and Jen for letting me be a part of your family and holiday...along with my two less than perfectly behaved dogs!

I returned this morning to SUNNY Fremont, CA with Jack and Scooter. The three of us have been napping off an on all day since we've been back. I'm not sure what it is, the exciting weekend, or the third trimester of pregnancy, but I am feeling my limits today. It's funny; something about returning to my new abode has made me feel homesick. I was chatting with my dear friend Lisa in Wisconsin today and I came to the conclusion that I have "hit the wall" of this move. We've been here long enough that the new exciting feeling has warn off, but not long enough yet for it to feel 100% comfortable and like home.

So, I turned to my photo albums. It was amazing to see how much has changed for Jacob and I in three years. How much we've changed. A new era has started for us, and however wonderful it is, I can't help feeling nostalgic for our early carefree times. I miss watching the sun set from our front porch swing in GA, and I miss all of out neighbors. I miss going to Charlie and Sharon's on Saturday morning, still in our PJs with our coffee cups in hand. We would sit on their back porch and read their paper, swat at the gnats, and listen to "Charlie Stories". I miss pulling on to Rainbow Lane and seeing Jacob's big blue Dodge in the drive way, and watching Jack and Scooter run around the house to greet me. And I know that Jacob and I are entering some of the most thrilling and happy days of our lives, I just wish we didn't have to do it so far away from so many people we love.

Of course, even if we had stayed right where we were things still would have changed, and the era still would have passed. The time of mad-capped BBQs and unchecked drunken revelry are over. Even before the move I found myself missing the days when Chuck, Jacob, and I were the Three Musketeers: tequila-shooting, adventure-having, late-night-laughing-fools that we were. It's just time to grow up. Sigh... I really don't even like tequila any more!

I'm sure I will note each passing stage in our lives in the same way. When we move from here I will look back on the little cottage where I gave birth to our son; and I'll think of Niles Park where we walked our dogs; or I'll remember the way Jacob looked dressed up so nice for his first day at work as a civilian, and I will sigh and miss those times and remember when...and get acclimated to whatever new is coming our way.