I’m not 19 anymore

While watching the movie “The Wackness” and regaling on the music of the summer of 94′ and what young love meant. I remembered going out to Brandywine every weekend with the crew, and the parties, and the hanging out the drinking, and drugs….

I’m listening to Adele’s album right now and remembering “THAT’s HOW I FELT!” But in time we all mature. We become into different things, and go new places, and meet new people. People grow apart, and some grow closer. And the running around partying every weekend is simply not my thing anymore.

I remeber young love, I remember wanting to be “In love” I remember summer love. I remember the girls, I remember the boys I used to mess with. And dispite all the shit I went through, I wouldn’t change a second of it. Because I learned what real love is. I learned who my real friends are.

And I am now mature enough to realize how wonderful my wife is, and how wonderful my husband is, and how blessed I am to have meet them. And my friends are the most KICK ASS people in the universe.

I can’t help but think, “God if it wasn’t for all the places I’ve walked” Don’t get me wrong I have moments where I miss being 19 but I know the point in life is to move forward. And I think I’m headed in the right direction.

I remember the summers of 05-06, I remember the roof tops, I remember the weed. I remember the late nights on the beach. I remeber the back yard parties and the vodka. I remember my boys, I remember my broken heart. I remember standing at the feet of the pacific ocean in Costa Rica and feeling so small…

I remember it all. And I know I’m better for it!

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