I drove to the Borders in Chapel Hill on Friday afternoon, around 5, to pick up a job application (let me just put this out here first--job hunting sucks). As usual, I took the backroads (I don't think I've taken 15-501 into Chapel Hill EVER. That sucks even more than job hunting). And I about died. Not literally, of course. But it hurt my heart so much. I know it sounds really cheesy, but that was the way I drove to practice nearly everyday for 4 months, at the same time of day. And I miss my almost daily afternoon commute to the Dean Dome. That was, by far, the best part of diving. It made me so sad that instead of staying on Erwin, I had to go to Borders and then on to work. There's just something about driving in that direction at that time of day that I love. I mean, my favorite day of last fall was the day I drove down to Sanford for Emily's birthday. And it was so magnificent because it was just me, by myself, in the car for a good hour and half, with eastmountainsouth in the cd player, in the late afternoon sun. I wonder if it's the sun that makes all the difference. After all, Anna and I drove right by the Dean Dome yesterday on our Carrboro treasure hunt (and by "treasure", I mean "food/elementary school/dance") and it didn't bother me in the least bit. But that would be really wierd because normally, the sun doesn't affect me at all. I'm one of those wierd kids who's just as alive and chipper on nasty, rainy days as I am on perfect sunny days. Or maybe it's only when I'm driving that I feel so much. Since Anna was driving yesterday, that would make sense. Or maybe...no, never mind. I'm thinking about this entirely too scientifically now. Anything else will be heartless and insignificant.
- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 3:39 PM