It’s weird how music can bring you back to a situation or emotion with such intensity. Maybe it’s not this way for everyone. I don’t know. Until I met Spence, I lived out of my car, a habit I picked up as a child of divorce who switched houses weekly. I drove 4 or 5 hours a week at that point. I was in college 2 hours from him, and I drove to see him every weekend. Even in high school, though, I drove a lot. I lived far from everything. And in the car, I listened to music. Loudly. Because I was never single, so much of this is tied to the various boys I was seeing/dating/self-destructing with.
I don’t know. It’s just a weird feeling when you hear something and you immediately think of people and places and feelings you hadn’t thought about in ages. I think mostly I’m just a sucker for nostalgia. And summer always contains some packed emotions because, you know, I’ve been a student since I was 4 or something, and summer is when EVERYTHING cool happened. The rest of my life is summer now, I guess.