Roads. Memories. First date. Stream of Consciousness

I was driving on Vale Road this week. I love this road, I've drive on it for years. it's the road my family took when I was a little girl to get to church each Sunday. In high school, it was the road we braved late at night to get to stake dances. There is one house that used to put up the most fabulous Halloween decorations each October. The road is curvey, and twisted, and covered in trees. Being home brings back so many memories. Feeding horses on Sunday mornings, exploring houses under construction, hills that make your stomach turn, friends, being released as a missionary, filling up buses for youth trips.

Then I had a temp assignment this week at Reston Town Center. Another place that brings back a lot of memories. Ice skating at the rink each winter. Having my 11th birthday party there. A Halloween carnival where I dressed up as Raggedy And and my little sister was Little Bo Peep. Reston is also the place where I had my very first date. EVER. Awkward. We saw The Village and got Unos Pizza. That might have been the only date I went on while I was in high school. Hmm. Maybe that would be good blog fodder some time. (b.t.w. My mom came into my room one day and kind of out of the blue suggested that I blog about my first kiss. Maybe I'll work my way up to the kiss story by talking first dates first.) Anyway. Reston is also where I had a surprise birthday party on my 16th birthday.

This is home. I love it.

P.S.

Sorry for the stream of consciousness style posting today.

I'm usually better at writing than this. I haven't been blogging in a while, but I have noticed that blogging makes me really happy. There is something fulfilling about looking at each day through appreciative eyes. When you are looking for good thing to write about, tender mercies that happen throughout your day, and just funny things that make good blog fodder . . . life is even more enjoyable.

Imma try to start writing more so that the blog is a "healthy" one.