Things that make you go 'Hmm??'

It's been a weird couple of weeks... So many moments where I was wondering who the heck I was or how the heck I got here...

Moment #1: I am and have always been a small purse person. If I can get by with a clutch, I will gladly do it because I hate having room to keep your whole life in a purse and then you can't find a single piece of gum or a business card or the tiniest easy thing when you need it. But a few weeks ago I noticed this beautiful red bag at Target.. It's almost like a cardinal red, fake leather tiny suitcase in a way. It could fit a laptop, but I discovered it was the perfect size for my leather binder that I take to all client meetings. So I splurged and now I am a big purse person. (Ok, this will only make sense to girls... but for me, it was a big deal.)

Moment #2: I came down with a horrible virus this past week to the point where I couldn't even swallow my own saliva. When I reached that point, I finally went to the clinic and after waiting two hours got to see a doctor for about 2 minutes, he told me my tonisls were huge and he would give me some steroids to bring down the swelling. He also offered to write a note to excuse me from work at which point I said, "Don't even offer it.. I'm too busy to even think of accepting." Whatttt?? Who is this girl?? Two years ago I would've wanted a doctor's note for a paper cut if it excused me from Astronomy class.. But I suppose that's part of growing up and having responsibilities.

Moment #3: A few minutes ago.. I was driving home from the Iowa gamewatch downtown where I was wearing my official Devan Moylan jersey and cheering my little heart out for him.. I decided I needed a diet coke before bed so I hopped out at the gas station near my house and I had a flashback of all the times running into Sparky's after high school games were over in between cruising the streets of Guthrie Center.. I don't know if it's because I was wearing a black and gold jersey or if it was #14 (the same as my hs boyfriend), but I can't believe that stage of my life is over.. And college is over.. And now I'm here, in Las Vegas?? Who the heck LIVES in Las Vegas???

I don't know if I'll ever accept that I'm a grown up... But lately I've been a lot more nostalgic than usual. I've been thinking about people I used to be really close to and life just made things grow apart.

In fact, my dad randomly ran into one of those people tonight, one of my very best friends when I was a senior in high school and into my freshman year of college. Someone I haven't talked to probably in two years and before that it was a year or two more.. He went his way, I went mine, but every time I think about that it makes me sad. I wonder if he ever thinks about that too... Does growing up mean growing apart?

The homesickness has been off and on lately.. Just when I have myself falling back in love with Vegas, something will prick me right in the heart like all of my friends watching the ISU vs Iowa game together or a long talk with my mom about absolutely nothing at all.. Just girl talk. I'll be back in Iowa soil in a month and then the next month and again the month after that for Xmas. Hopefully I will get my fill to hold me over for a while.