I stepped into the past today. It was a combination of finding a Boomer radio station that played everything from my teen years. To driving through a neighborhood that reminded me of what I imagined my life would be. In fact, Fantine's song ran through my mind. (From Les Miserable).
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living,
So different now from what it seemed...
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed...
The difference is I don't feel I'm living in hell but my life is a far cry from what I dream. I was such a hippie type of person. I pictured living in Petaluma California, a sleepy town in an old house with a wooden front porch which was painted light blue. I know specific. I would be listening to James Taylor, Carol King and Carly Simon. I wanted a garden, I would shop at health food stores. Of course, I would have a dog. I would read, go for long walks, finish college and not have a TV. Oh and last of all, I would have a loving husband.
Instead I'm living in a tiny house, actually a converted milk barn. I've been divorced twice and my last dog, Rocket (above) died last summer. He saw me through breast cancer. I worked for Stampin' Up! for 21 years and lived in the city.
It was weird to feel like I was back as a teenager. I'm 70 years old and i felt like I was back at 17. I'm sure my grandkids can't imagine me as a young person.
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