Here’s the deal. Five Minute Friday. You go find the little prompt at the wonderful Lisa-Jo’s blog, set the time and write for five minutes, and then just stop. Where you are, no edits, just publish raw words.
START
Remember…
Tonight is my last night at home for Spring Break. As much as I love this town, this place, these people, the memories are suffocating.
Every street is tied with a memory, every store brings back a thought of laughter and fun, or sometimes tears and pain.
This is the place I’ve grown up, both literally and figuratively.
Rita’s downtown with a friend, hearing all about her time out of the country loving littles and serving God.
Buying bins for college at the SuperTarget as the rain came pouring down and we all got drenched loading everything into the car.
Driving past the airport as we argued.
Trying on maxi skirts over our clothes at World Thrift since they don’t believe in changing rooms.
The house where I first spoke the words to friends: I have a brain tumor.
I remember it all, how could I not? This town brings those things back.
But tomorrow I’m hopping on a plane and headed back to my ‘new’ home. Birmingham, the city I love…and already I remember.
A pastry shop where they know my name.
A wooden table at a park, a Sonic slush, my Bible, a notepad and a pen, and a big decision.
Exploring late into the darkness of night and finding an overlook of the whole city lit up bright.
The little store with the world’s best chocolate chip cookie.
Sneaking into the chapel to play piano and worship with a friend.
I remember the pain and I remember the happy times, but mainly I just want to remember to remember.
STOP
