Thanks for once again making me crave your wide open sky, gorgeous mountains, and the freedom that you dangle in front of me. Your skyline dances across my head during the most in-opportune moments and my questions of “what if” haunt me during … well, all the time.
Until we meet again, Colorado … (or at least until Stranded Dog gets over his ridiculous altitude sickness.)
Dear Wine,
It’s not you, it’s me.
Sure, we’ve had some good time over the years. Remember when I spent an afternoon at a California vineyard, enjoying your lovely, diverse tastes and munching on ridiculously overpriced cheese?
Or when I spent that infamous Tuesday night, drinking you from a box and singing bad songs with my girlfriends? While donning that slightly crushed cowboy hat? Classic.
And let’s not even begin to reminisce about all those fantastic evenings in my backyard, sipping your flavors from my oversize glass and laughing (arguing) about books, movies, politics and more with my parents, family and friends.
Our love affair has been brief, but intense. And like all good things, this must come to an end. Or at least that’s what my allergist tells me.
But let’s not dwell on the past. Let’s appreciate the fact that we can look back fondly on the good times and move on, embracing the future.
Now go. Get out of here. You heard me, leave.
Love, Amy
PS: I’m leaving you for gin.
This weekend I realized that I’m not in my early 20’s anymore.
Realistically, I’ve know this since my 25th birthday. But this weekend’s activities have convinced me wholeheartedly. Take my Friday night, for example:
6:00PM
Kris and I go on a winded and unsuccessful hunt for the first season of a PBS television show*. We rent a lame ’80’s movie instead.**
7:00PM
To ease my dismay, I promptly begin baking chocolate chip banana bread upon our return home… sans the PBS TV show.
8:00PM
My bread is baking and I am about to sit down and enjoy a book, a glass of wine, and some old NPR podcasts.
All of these activities on their own may not be indicative of my increasing age, but when strung together… its obvious.
I’m no longer in my early 20’s.
(Or I’m just super lame. Either way.)
* Yes, I’m talking about Downton Abbey.
** Yes, we have an actual brick-and-mortar video store that we frequent.