This past Saturday,  I finally got the chance to escape a bit and spend a few hours with my friend Poppi. While we’ve known of one another for the last several years, it was only three years ago that we formally met. When we finally met, our conversation flowed easily, as if we’d know one another forever. From that moment, a fast and deep friendship was born. On the outset, we are an unusual pair, she’s been a SAHM for the last 17-years, a life that revolved around her children and their schedules with a few friends that she lunched with. In addition, she has a very intense hobby that in of itself could be, and maybe some day, will be a profession. I admire sacrifices she’s made and the grace at which she carries herself given she didn’t get the choice to continue her professional career once they relocated to the States.

I’ve always been in the corporate environment, balancing that with DH, kids, athletics and volunteering. Geared towards action, we’ve been on committees together in the past but more often than not, I’d take on all of the aspects that could be done in concert with my work day, as I couldn’t attend committee meetings as they were always in the middle of the day. About a year and a half ago, P decided to see if she could turn her hobby into a profession. Her kids were older and she needed something that was all her own. It’s been a journey, one that’s been exhilarating, difficult and everything in between.

My friendship with P, has proven to be one that I treasure and we look forward to our time together. We can talk for hours upon hours, often time getting texts from our respective kids telling us “goodnight” because they know we have so much to say or catch up on. Over the course of our breakfast that turned into a brunch and stretched into an early supper, don’t worry, we left the waitress a gratuity equivalent to a table turning at least 4 times 😉 we talked about current music and music that makes each of us think about the one we love as well as the journey we are on. And yes, we both were embarrassed to admit that we really, really like One Direction’s Night Changes. But hey, at least it’s not Bieber 😉

Thinking Out Loud

Night Changes

Sugar

RWoA, aka Lily, is a gifted writer. A creative soul that has the ability to turn her words, into your own story. You go on the journey with her. Feel with her. Know of what she speaks.

Like many that relate to music in general, she has shared music throughout her posts that have meaning to her. I love when someone introduces me to a new artist or as is the case, a new artist in a genre that isn’t typically on my playlist. Especially one that brings forth memories, feelings and emotions. Good or bad.

David Nail- Kiss You Tonight.

A fellow blogger friend had an anniversary yesterday and his words, both in his post and an email exchange today, reminded me of this song. His own situation and memories are not too far off.

Feels like Home sung by Chantal Kreviazuk is a favorite, which, whenever I hear it, evokes strong memories. Memories of a loneliness that I’ve lived with since childhood and memories of when that changed. It may seem overwhelmingly sentimental but I’m betting many of you can relate to that moment. Yes. That moment.

There’s something about this song that makes me think of a happy childhood and makes me smile and giggle even. I wish I had found it years ago as it would have been lovely to play for the kidlet’s when they were still toddlers.