Always one foot on the ground.

It's always great to hear songs that make you think of the happiest moments of your life. Listening to Regina Spektor's "Begin to Hope" album transports me to my first apartment with Eddie. In that tiny, closet-like room that sat on the edge of our apartment complex, shaded by magnolia trees and was ghostly quiet except for the creaking of the ancient wooden planks on the floor. Listening to Ben's shallow breathing on our bed and hearing the paint markers Eddie would be drawing with rattle in their tupperware box.

I think that the hardest thing to do is realize how you took precious moments for granted. Imagining where you'd be later instead of relishing in the fact that you are right where you need to be and everything is perfect. I think a lot of things in my life went wrong when I started ignoring my present life and waiting for my future one to start happening. Little did I know I was pushing away what I would later come to find would be the most incredible months of my young adult life.

Driving through Inman and Candler Park tonight sparked those little nerves in my spine that made me curse the times I wished on whatever was around to me to get out of that place as fast as possible. I know I write about the past more than the present but it is because so much of my life was beautiful back then and now it seems that time has begun to stand still and I am just waiting for the wind to blow me into another beautiful phase of my life. Or maybe this solace and somewhat stagnant time will be just as beautiful in later months to come. One can only imagine..