My midlife crisis is in full swing. It wouldn’t take more than three minutes for my husband to convince me to pack up what I could in an hour, hit the road and leave everything behind (aside from the kids, who’d come with us).
But, I’m unlikely to find myself in that situation. I’m not a flight risk as long as he and the kids are here with me. But, I imagine the wheels rolling down Lake Shore Drive, the four of us taking off in the pursuit of the ultimate freedom. Better yet, because I don’t like long car rides, we’d be on Amtrak, pulling out of Union Station on the way to the Pacific Northwest.
When I get in these moods, I find myself reaching back instead of forward. The future is an unknown. And for a person who doesn’t feel the need to be rooted (an Aquarian trait, I suppose), it’s ironic that what soothes me are songs that have no other place in my life than in my youth. I picture my childhood bedroom or riding in my electric blue Dodge Colt. I can only return to these places in my mind. My parents sold the house years ago, and the Colt’s metal probably has been recycled 20 times by now. So it’s inside those songs that I go to relive where I’ve been before.
Thanks to SongPop, the greatest thing to happen to Facebook ever, tonight it’s this one… (click on the photo to hear the song).
Shhh, don’t tell anyone, but I have that NR album on vinyl (it was a promo at Rolling Stones Records)
You need to tell your wife:) I’m surprised she didn’t notice!
yup, i’ll let her know when i’m ready to hear it again
“Not a flight risk”—I love it!