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nostalgia |näˈstaljə; nə-|
noun
a sentimental longing or wistful affection for the past, typically for a period or place with happy personal associations : I was overcome with acute nostalgia for my days in college.
• the evocation of these feelings or tendencies, esp. in commercialized form : an evening of TV nostalgia.

List of things making me nostalgic

my new house- it reminds me of Granny and Papa Les' house. I love it. There is a smell (a good one) that takes me right back to Bountiful.

plums- again Granny's house. Maybe because I was eating a plum in the kitchen that has that scent. In a flash I was climbing the plum trees in the backyard, eating all the plums with my cousins.

car ride up to Stanford- Summer road trips. The reflection on all the cars driving in the opposite direction, winding through farm land, the sun warm through the windshield. I realized that I have driven cross country every summer for the past several years- Cali to Wyoming, Utah to Washington, Washington to Cali, Germany to Italy, Washington to Denver. I love the free, independent feeling. I love the adventure (okay, all of those trips happen to be without my husband. I love trips with him, but not when I am driving. That is no longer ever going to happen- ever).

Dutch Doors- This reminds me of Bringing Up Baby and I want to watch it again. Why did Dutch Doors ever go out of style? I have two Dutch Doors on this house and I LOVE THEM.

It could be that Mike has started school and now I don't get to spend more than 15 minutes a day with him or that Jane, my constant talker, is living the good life up in Washington. I REALLY miss her. I have more time in my own brain (which can be scary). It could be that I'm just a little emotional with my two family best friends unavailable. It could be that I am ready for a road trip- don't try to tell me that I just got back from a week at Shasta- that is only a five hour drive. It doesn't really count. This Ellyn summer school thing and the not wanting to leave Mike thing really puts a kink in that plan.

I am happy though. Nostalgic and happy and slightly mental. Speaking of mental, Sadie and I are going to continue our Hannah Montana marathon.

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Mindi said…
I love happy feelings of nostalgia. I have 'em all the time living right here next to Gram. I really hope we get to see your new house. Real Dutch Doors?! Too cool.
July 9, 2009 at 11:08 PM
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