I hate waiting for letters...
As you walk up to that mailbox, you keep telling yourself not to expect anything
especially not to expect anything so soon....
and especially not to expect anything when you weren't very nice...
but what'ere.
Ya know those specific albums/artists/playlists that bring you back to a certain place in your life?
Those few songs that you played over and over and over again?
They really come to define that time period
Like Avril Lavigne and the good ol' pre-teener years
every time I hear one of her songs
I can't help but be taken back to those days
sitting in my basement for hours singing each song,
every single lyric perfectly engraved in my mind.
Cleaning that poor, scratched CD over and over again.
Or Ingrid Michaelson, when I was in Arizona,
Or Goo Goo Dollls back in St. Geezy
Or Skrillex for my first Summer at USU
Or Cage the Elephant/Jet/Cake with Kyle
Or Gwen Stephani when I was cleaning on Saturdays in 9th grade
Or Coldplay for those long sad drives
Or my Gangsta Swag tunes from my Jr. year of high school :)
...or Jack Johnson....
So many songs that tie such vivid memories together and bring it all back to the surface
Sometimes I love/hate those little trips the music takes me on.
I took one of those trips this morning as I walked back empty handed from the mailbox...
It was a love/hate kinda thing.
This is one of my favorite Jack songs, and I love love love it acoustic :)
Anyways...Peace and Love :)
Emily
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