Marcy Life Notes

Last night we saw the fabulous Maroon 5 in concert. Counting Crows was the opening act and wow, before that I had not listened to the band since….since…I don’t know when. 

You know how an experience can send a rush of repressed memories back to your consciousness? Well at the first strum of the guitar I was 18 years old again, at the start of my freshman year in college. 

It was a classic New England fall day. The sun was out, the air was crisp and sunset colored leaves were falling all around me. I was standing alone staring up at my new brick home, tilted sideways from the weight of the books in my bag, detecting the distinct smell of marijuana wafting through the air, wearing Lands End hiking boots (no joke) coupled with an oversized college logo t-shirt and listening to the Counting Crows blasting from an out-turned speaker in a dorm room.

I remember the feeling of nervous excitement over my newfound freedom. I was still coming off of the high from the night before, when I realized that I could stay out until 3 a.m. without parental repercussions.

I had no idea that the next four years would be some of the best, and most transformative, of my life. I would spend that time laughing until I couldn’t stand up straight, dancing until the sun came up, falling in love, cursing the minus 11 degree winds, falling out of love, spending countless hours gossiping in the library, drinking until I wobbled, learning a little about biology and learning a lot about life. 

Last night was fun, but the trip back in time was even better.  ”….change, change, change…”