You know when you get on facebook and someone asks "Where were you on this and such date?" Or they tell you to search for the song that was number one the year they were born? I mostly ignore those. Except one caught my eye recently and maybe since I am on the downhill slide of 30s into my 40s now (I turned 36 a couple weeks ago *gasp* she revealed her age! What's next her weight...) I got to thinking about how very long ago July 1995 was.
So where was I. Well, interesting month, that July when I was 19. I was home from my freshman year at BYU. I had a job as an Especially For Youth (EFY) counselor lined up for the first week of July at Cornell University. I was to be one of the "local" counselors to supplement the ones that were coming out from Utah as the EFY conference traveled to different universities across the country bringing their program to LDS kids all over. It was a really great experience.
But shortly thereafter my family moved to Texas. In fact we would have already moved except for my EFY job. So by mid July I said goodbye to my childhood home of 12 years, childhood friends, childhood sweetheart(s), and I had 6 weeks or so of summer in the blistering heat of Tyler Texas and spent a majority of the day lounging by my parents pool and working on my tan.
I also was a bit productive and got a job at a record store in the mall...Camelot Music actually. Anybody remember that chain store? I consider it one of my most interesting hiring stories because they were not in fact hiring. But I was, as I mentioned, very tan and had a cute little sundress on when I went in and asked for an application. Filled it out in the food court and brought it back and asked to speak to the manager. Not only did I have a great tan I had and have a love for music. I must have impressed him with my shear knowledge of the Seattle Grunge scene and believe it had nothing at all to do with my tan legs.
Considering I was leaving to go back to college in just 5 weeks I must have known a lot about music. ;)
When I look at that summer I can't help but reminisce about those carefree days by the pool and sorting cassettes and CDs in the air conditioned mall. My biggest concern was having enough room to pack all my CDs.
That was my last summer of being carefree. See in July of 1996, I got married to a boy I met in December. And July of 1997 Carter was born to the slip of a girl that was 21 year old me. If I had known in July 1995, that was to be the last summer by the pool, the last summer I got a tan like that, the last summer I could spend the days chatting up music and listening to demo releases of upcoming artists all day long at work what would I have done differently?
I doubt anything.
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7 comments:
Nicole...you are just an amazing writer. Have I told you that already. You paint such a great picture with your words! I can just see you cute little teenage Nicole by the pool! What a lucky girl! I sure love your blogs!!
Blah....Tyler Texas. Im glad you had better memories than I. Maybe it was because we didn't have a pool. ;) fun story thanks for sharing :)
I agree with DonnaH, you are a great writer Nicole. In July 1995 I was one month away from becoming a teenager :)
Crazy how the next two july's compare to the one in 95. I think for many of us, our carefree days were just yesterday and went by way too quickly. Didn't 36 seem SO old and forever away back then? Yet here we are and like it or not life has risen up to meet us. Kind of like with Brooke's artwork that I refuse to keep, I have to have a goodbye party in my heart and keep moving forward ;)
Hmm, where was I July 1995? Oh yeah, my first teaching job at a boarding school for at risk teenaged girls. I'd been married four years but no kids. But I listened to oldies radio on my hour long commute so I wouldn't have had a clue about the Seattle scene. :)
I remember when I was packing up to move to college, my dad came in my room to talk and told me "your life will never be the same...." He said that this is the time when change is constant. I didn't like that thought, which is probably why I cried and cried when I moved. I met Tyler two weeks later. The only thing I would have done differently was to play harder. I was bound and determined to graduate, get a job, be independent.....but why? I now say to enjoy your freedom and youth as long as possible :) Glad you had a good summer to do just that!
Speaking of questions, I tagged you over on my blog.
http://hermitmomscave.blogspot.com/2012/01/monday-musings-tag-youre-it.html
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