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Hey its Pete, time for another personal post, they seem to build up and have to be set free every once in a while… so here goes…
I've just returned from a trip back home to Birmingham for a couple of days, …..I say home because I was born there, we don't live there anymore and I've had a bit of sadness in me since we left…. now call it the onset of spring and warm weather, the longer daylight hours maybe?... I don't know, but I had a rush of overwhelming happiness today. Nothing spectacular happened, I took a walk around the city, I had a hair trim, I spotted an amazing new vintage shop, had a chat with the owner for a good half hour about how amazing it was and then went to Pret for my favourite tea, the dude behind the counter recognised me and said "shall I put the milk on the side for you to do it yourself?" …. for those that know my tea nazi ways this is awesome customer service…...then The Shins song New Slang came on, the one that Natalie Portman plays to Zach Braff in the doctors scene in Garden State?
its sort of THE song I remember from when me and Emma met…. so right there and then, as I was adding the milk to my favourite tea, in my home town on a warm, sunny spring day with The Shins playing…. right then I got all teary, it stopped me in my tracks completely… I was overwhelmed about just how amazing life felt and that my feelings for my home town were so deep rooted in me that I cried happy tears…. thats some pretty powerful shit right there. The power of 'Home' of feeling a sense of belonging, I never knew I felt it until then…. I knew I liked living there, I liked the sense of familiarity about the place and the memories it held for me...but I'd totally taken it for granted for so long it never occurred to me that it was part of me and made me who I am….
Then I got to hang out with my parents all afternoon and we talked and we laughed and we talked a whole lot more and in this stupidly fast and precious life I stopped for a few moments and I thought "these guys are amazing!" the life they have led together, the stuff they have seen and been through has been wonderful and terrible and life affirming and soul crushing and back around again, but they have lived it…… Then another thought……"I am never going to stop appreciating this!" this life is huge, its a gift, its for sharing… interacting with fellow humans and being alive no matter what, in good times and bad times, it is the THING that drives us all……
Now here is that song in full for you…
annnnnndd cry.....
ReplyDeletethanks for making me appreciate what is left.
love this post! sweeeeeet life! :)
ReplyDeletePeter Smyth, what a sentimental old tart you are. So am I, so I'm allowed to say that. It's lovely to hear your thoughts and appreciation for the little things that are actually the big things, really. x
ReplyDeleteYES! This is it Pete. That feeling of 'home'. For some this is a smell or a moment or a familiar face. Others struggle to find it in the chaos that is around them whilst some don't realise they are in it until they are not 'there' any more.
ReplyDeleteHome is whatever you as an individual feel, need, sense and want and what is right for some, isn't right for others. It's something I have ached for and finally found. It is not always a place but more often than not, it is a place within and you kind of need to be somewhere familiar to recognise it. I love this. It encapsulates so much of how I feel and I totally get your every word buddy. Love you both xx
i freaking love you man.
ReplyDeleteaww Pete, love this post, your ace and rounders day was extra ace!! and we won!! lets do another in the summer summer summer time :)
ReplyDeleteLoved this. Twice.
ReplyDeleteIf you start talking like this at the workshop on Saturday, I'm going to be a blubbering wreck! Note to self: must bring tissues. Great post Pete and so very, very true. Appreciate it all.
ReplyDeleteI have a Brummie shaped hole in my heart and its always filled when I see people like you, when I get to bask in a sea of Brummie accents, take a stroll down Cannon Hill or when I hear the word "Gambol".
ReplyDeleteI totally get you! xxx
Dude, can you stop making me cry. Sometimes its appreciating the little things that will get you through the tough days.
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