I have a confession to make.
It dawned on me some time in August, but I haven’t even allowed myself to get all the way through the full thought of it, LET ALONE actually speak it out loud and bring the being of it forth into concrete reality.
I am happy here.
Deliriously, disgustingly, and freakishly so – if not really totally and completely so. (Did that sound like the Lollipop Guild should be singing it? Because I went right to “Lollipop Guild” in my head. Which sort of fits perfectly. Quelle horreur.)
Just BAM! There I am, in whatever store or restaurant or brewery or WHEREVER, walking around, greeting everyone and catching up and smiling and waving and whistling the theme to the Andy Griffith show and shit. (Just kidding, I can’t whistle. But when I see myself in my head acting like I find myself acting, I totally see me whistling that, so I am going with it.) If I saw me on the street, I would probably want to trip me, to be honest – at this point my “rah rah hometownieness” is kind of gross.
A few weeks ago while looking through some old things with my parents’ in there basement, I stumbled on this:
My sister and I each got one the year the city celebrated their silver anniversary.
My family has a brick in the library sidewalk with the date we moved here and our name engraved into the face. BUT we still call it “the new library,” since some of my fondest memories are of trips to the children’s library in the basement of the little building over in the back of the Garden Center in the old heart of the city.
The American flag we fly outside our home is one that was used in a local memorial to honor the victims of the attacks on 9/11/2001 – my parents got one for each of us.
I have a history here, and I see it connecting to my present.
This weekend is the big annual festival, and I am comically excited to go, and to take Jr and enjoy seeing friendly faces, from past and present, and watch the parade and see the local vendors (and drink some local beers,) and just take it all in with him. It was always a highlight for me growing up here, and now it will be for him too. I can’t wait. Andplusalso – the event that I feel actually flipped the switch and started me down this road to embarrassing levels of love for my current situation is actually coming up again at the end of the month. When my editor asked if I would like to go again, there was BEYOND zero hesitation; I could not get the “hell yes!” response email sent fast enough. MAKE ROOM IN THE MINIVAN, fellow mega-subdivision ladies, we goin’ OUT!! WOOP WOOP!! (Whoa no.)
If you see a unicorn pooing out a rainbow traveling north west away from the Valley Highway, it is probably headed over to siphon some of the happiness overload off of me to recharge. (Seriously, if you know me at all by now, you know I am cringing at my own damn self, so you can join in – I totally get it.)
Maybe they spike the water out here with something.
Not sure – and can’t stop to lament now – it’s food truck night in the ‘hood, and I wouldn’t want to miss seeing everyone and joining in. Gah – I am so gross.
2 responses to “Easy there, Cheer Bear.”
You’re the best. love it.
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