May 21, 2014
Filed Under: Personal
Wow. It’s been a week since I’ve updated this little blog of mine. My absence has been a pretty tangible representation of what my life has been like these past several days. A friend recently suggested that I do a “Farewell Grand Rapids – Hello Los Angeles” post but I think I’m a little too drained and preoccupied to tackle that right now. You can expect some of those types of posts when I am more settled in my new home but for now, I have an hour before dinner and nothing else to do but write … or surf facebook. I’m choosing the prior. Rather than attempting to get into what I’ve been up to, I’d like to focus on what some of my late night evenings have looked like lately.
It’s getting warm in Grand Rapids – finally. With the arrival of higher temperatures and the fact that I’m currently living at my family’s house, I feel like I’m thrown back into a nostalgic place that reminds me of summers in high school. My parents live a little out of the city and their home is completely surrounded by winding back roads. When I first had my driver’s license, I dedicated a significant amount of time and gas money to learning where each of these roads led, common intersections so I could always find my way back, but (most importantly) each and every sweet spot where the road dips at just the right angle to give me a little tingle in the pit of my stomach. (Pettis St. between Knapp and Cannonsburg, by the way. But be ready for an abrupt stop sign if you’re heading north.)
As I approached home last night, I decided to pass by my parent’s street and go out the back entrance of the neighborhood to some of my favorite “I’m not ready to go home yet” backroads. As time has passed, what used to serve as an exploration has now become saturated with familiarity. There’s no need for a GPS to dig me out of dead ends, and each potential out-of-the-way route is now measured by how many songs I can listen to before arriving back home. After a four song detour, I realized that my evening drives are about to turn into adventures again. (True, it sometimes may feel like more of a battle than a carefree excursion considering L.A. traffic, but that’s all part of the journey, right?) There is an entire network of roads I’ve never driven on, places I haven’t had gotten lost, and city views I haven’t seen.
Los Angeles, I can’t wait to bask in your constant summertime driving weather with my windows down and stereo on. I’m beginning to realize that this anticipation of unfamiliar late night drives may be approaching the top of my “Things I’m Looking Forward To” list. Well, that and guacamole that doesn’t cost the same as minimum wage. That, too.