WARNING: This post contains extremely mushy content. Proceed at your own risk.
I don’t tend to get very mushy on the blog, and I usually keep the content focused on running or eating piles of food. Today I am going to explore my mushy insides and share my Saturday evening with you all.
Saturday morning I went for an 8mile run..check! Saturday evening I went to dinner at a friends house. I’ve had dinner here a few times, and this is where I discovered grilled pizza. In fact, it was this time last year that I had dinner over at this house for the first time. There is something special to me about this house. Being inside gives me a warm cozy feeling that sweeps through my whole body. There are many reasons why I love this house, but none of them add up to why I really love going to dinner here.
It’s not the unique decorations.
It’s not the adroable succulents.
It’s not the hippie vibe.
It’s not the chickens.
It’s not the view from the back porch.
It’s not the yellow plum tree, full of fruit.
It’s not even the amazing meals that are ALWAYS created between friends.
None of these are the reason why I love going to this house for dinner. This house belongs to a former coworker of mine, and this is the first place I ever hung out with Manfriend. The three of us had dinner together this time last year. Shortly after this three way dinner date, Manfriend and I started hanging out alone, and well..the rest is history. It’s safe to say each dinner adventure I have at this adorable house I fall in love all over again.
Memories are powerful, and the feeling I get when a good one fills back into my mind is unlike any other. To continue the mush train, I have been obsessing over this song for months. I turn into mashed potatoes when I hear it.
Q: Do you have any memories that constantly reside in the front of your mind? I remember the first time I discovered my cat was photogenic.