reminiscent

   I get told fairly often that I am reminiscent. I wasn’t aware of that particular characteristic before.

   Now that times are changing quicker than I ever anticipated, I find myself reminiscing more than is probably normal.

I reminisce about:

Lazy Sunday mornings at home, waking up at 10:30 and groggily making my way downstairs for a cup of coffee in my favorite mug.

Walking home from campus, enjoying the excuse to stretch my legs and daydream about my own cute cracker box house someday.

Spending time with my sister, never realizing how much I took those days for granted.

Lighthearted evenings with friends, all of us in that same semi-lost stage in life but filling our time with poorly cooked group dinners and cheap wine.

Listening to my favorite songs from my childhood, remembering how I’d dance around the living room thinking I was so cool in my tights and purple velvet miniskirt.

Telling my secrets to my dog and letting her sleep on my bed when no one else was home.

The soothing feeling of my mom running her fingers through my hair when I’m two seconds away from falling asleep on the couch.

Waiting anxiously for Garrett to come pick me up for dinner and a movie after he got done working on the farm.

Spending my summer evenings trying to beat my dad’s record of free throws on our makeshift driveway basketball court.

Talking to my childhood friends on the phone for hours just because we had nothing better to do.

   Reminiscing is funny, though. Soon I’ll look back at these days of trudging across campus, cramming for exams, eating whatever is readily available and inexpensive, and late nights of randomness and miss them just as I miss the others.