I was a child in the 80s, but my heart belongs to the 90s. I love everything about the 90s. I loved the crap movies. I loved the magazines like Bop that allowed me to be a crazy fan of stars like Matthew Lawrence and Jonathan Brandis. I definitely loved the music. The posters might be gone, but I still have the CDs I was scammed into buying from the mail in subscriptions (you know the “Get 12 CDs for only 1 cent!”), and I still listen to the music like it’s never gone out of style. Hints the title.
If you know you’re 90s music, you’ll catch the reference for the title. It’s one of my all time favorite songs. One night a couple of friends of mine and I wanted to go get pizza so we loaded up in one of their trucks and drove the thirty minutes to go eat. I guess I should back up and mention that I lived in a small town when I was in high school and the closest McDonalds was forty-five minutes away. Our favorite pizza (that didn’t come from the gas station) was thirty minutes away, and if you wanted to go to Walmart, well, you were traveling a hour.
Anyway, my friends and I loaded up and headed out for pizza. One of us decided we wanted to listen to Semisonic’s “Closing Time.” Apparently that was ALL we wanted to listen to because we listened to that song all the way there and all the way back. When we got back to town, we drove around for another hour, and that song was still on repeat. When the disc finally came out of the CD player, it was so hot from being overplayed that it was too hot to touch.
Why am I talking about this here? Mainly because I tell a lot of stories. But one of my favorite quotes from the song is, “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” Now my seventeen year old self didn’t really didn’t get deep with her music, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve started paying attention to the stuff I rattle off as I jam down the road. This part of the song right here holds a lot of meaning for me. There have been times in my past where I’ve been sad to see things end, sad to move, sad for something to change. What I realize now is that in those “endings” came new “beginnings.” It was a time where I could pivot and change. It was a time where I could adapt and reinvent. And I’m doing it again now.
I never thought I’d get back into blogging. I closed that chapter of my life about six years ago. I had moved to Germany, and my life was too busy to give it the attention it needed. Out of that ending came my need for a creative outlet. It was the beginning of me exploring other ways to write. Without giving that up, I’m not sure I would have started writing. I’m not giving up writing, but I think it’s time to put on my blogging hat again and get back in the saddle. I’m not sure how often I’ll be updating, I’m hoping for once a week, but I hope you enjoy getting to know me, maybe my process for writing, and whatever else I decide to throw up this way.
So hold on to your hats! It’s going to be a wild ride.