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I never cease being amazed at how little things can trigger such memories. I have a couple things I want to write about, but I have to get to bed some time tonight so I will stick with just one for now!
To make a long story short, I was going through our two tons of music on iTunes tonight, trying to clean up duplicates and such. I downloaded a whole lot of music freshman year on college when it wasn’t so illegal, or at least I didn’t know it was. And so I have some duplicates from this, most of which have the artist name in the title space…and so on. Anyway I just came upon “You Are My Home” from the Scarlet Pimpernel towards the end of the list. And seriously I started crying!
Freshman year I became friends with one of two people I truly consider heart-friends, someone who understands me almost completely. No matter how long Michelle and I go without talking, I still feel like we are connected in a way. Freshman year at UR, we spent copious amounts of time introducing each other to our favorite songs from musicals–and singing them together. I usually got to be the girl. 🙂
Our personal favorite to sing is “Light My Candle” from RENT; but this song from the Scarlet Pimpernel she introduced to me when we were both going through unrequited love situations. We had a joke that she and her boy would sing it at me and my boy’s wedding–and then she would sing “Bring on the Men” from the same musical at the reception. We thought this was hysterical to the point that she wrote it on a post-it note and stuck it on my computer, and I had to remember to take it off when said boy might come over!
Michelle and a friend from high school are probably the only people outside of my immediate family I have really been completely vulnerable with, and I guess that is why I treasure those friendships so much. The memories are so sweet…although sometimes, like now, they kind of hurt, too, because it still pains me I don’t have that kind of friend in Nashville. I don’t think it’s so much that I haven’t allowed myself to be vulnerable as it is that I just haven’t spent that kind of time with anyone except my husband since I graduated school. I think that’s how it is with a lot of people, but I know there are women who develop these sweet friendships post-college.
Love you, Shelley!