yesterday as I was driving home from school a favorite song of mine began to play on my car radio: norwegian wood by the beatles. I love this song so very much because of the nostalgia it gives me, reminding me of when I would listen to beatles on loop when I was younger.

the beatles had been a fairly important part of my early life: they were the first and mainly only songs I would sing with my voice teacher from the ages of seven to ten, they brought me and my family together, and they most certainly were a staple band that I’ve held onto ever since they were first introduced to me. as I was driving home I realized what a full-circle moment I was experiencing. I can drive, I’m a senior in high school, i’m applying to colleges, yet I still hold close to me music which had immense significance to me as a child. not that I am fully an adult, if anything I’m incredibly far from it, but I do think that I could no longer be considered a kid. at seventeen I am in a highly transitional phase in my life, and for the very definition of me changing (driving: something I wished to do so often when I was young but obviously could never actually do) and the very definition of sameness (the beatles) to be occurring at the same time I find very beautiful.

in ten year’s time I will remember the moment I drove down Rumson road, singing along to Norwegian Wood, and, within that moment I heard the lyric “I told her I didn’t / and crawled off to sleep in the bath” which brought be back to a very young version of myself laughing at the fact that anyone could possibly sleep in a bath. at that instant I was both old and young, a strange phenomena that I think I will always remember.

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a bit of a shorter entry but still something I found fascinating and worthy of journaling about.

<3,

blaire