I am just in a fit of reminiscences lately for some inexplicable reason. This usually happens to me going into the Holidays, but I'm so struck with memories recently. Perhaps you can indulge me as I trip down Memory Lane a bit here.
We live on Melody Lane which is just so perfectly romantic I'm almost loathe to move anywhere else for fear of getting some totally, non-descript road name like NW 22nd street or similar ilk--how terribly depressing, unromantic and boring THAT would be! What does this have to do with 'memory' lane? They both just sound sweet--similarly sweet. I don't know! Don't ask me such questions.
I know I said that I'd continue my Camden excursion, but I've just gotten tripped up here on Memory Lane , so I'll do it soon--before Spring's completely over! Part of my problem is that my youngest is turning 4 YEARS OLD today and this is my BABY! I just can't fathom how this is happening! How can I not have a baby of some age, shape, or form slung on my hip? How can I not be categorized as a mom with a baby? This is just IMPOSSIBLE! And I miss it. I really do. I dearly love all the stages that my children go through, but my baby being 4 years old just ain't syncing with my brain. I usually at least have another new baby or one on the way at the very, very least. Excuse me while I go cry...
Okay, I'm back, sniff, sniff. I happened onto a blog yesterday of a young mom in Vail, CO and that got me reminiscing, too. Many, many moons ago I used to live in Vail--and couldn't imagine living ANY where else. Back then Vail was still small with no Home Depot and Edwards was considered the boonies--Avon was considered the boonies for that matter. The Hiatt in Beaver Creek had just been built. I know I'm really dating myself here. It was the early 90's that I was there. And young families with young children were just beginning to decide to settle in Vail--well, actually Avon and Edwards. And I seriously thought that I would be raising a young family in Vail, too, and how cool that would be....
So now we're in Maine--and I LOVE Maine. Don't get me wrong. I love being near the ocean and the mountains and the rivers (even though they spawn those awful black flies). I love the rural-ness and farmy-ness of Maine.
I love how there are aspects of almost stepping back into time here in Maine. It's just funny how life has these "bends in the road" as Anne of Green Gables says. So thanks for indulging my trip down Memory Lane via Melody Lane. I'm gonna go celebrate my baby's birthday!