Granola Girl

While I am suspicious that all 16-25 year old girls go through some period of time where they explore their inner hippie I was dramatically reconnected with mine last night.  Don’t get me wrong, in today’s world my family eats a fair amount of organic produce, I like exploring new foods, and I have spent my fair share of time in coffee houses and co-op markets. 

Last night I had to meet a friend to work on finalizing a band fundraiser.  We met at a coffee-house in the historical district.  It was open mike night.  When I was 18 I spent a lot of time “hanging out” at the Purple Moon.  It was a coffee-house almost in the ghetto.  I met Ed and his roommate there.  I met other guys that I dated before Ed too.  Last night was almost like a flashback on what I had experienced at that young age, and honestly, all I wanted to do was leave.  It was too loud, the people were too different, I couldn’t get comfortable with the experience.  I have never been happier to get home, to my normal suburban lifestyle – complete with dog poop service and curbside recycling. 

There might be a little granola girl left, I still love camping and hiking, I want to spend time outdoors and appreciate the world, but the thrill of spending time among the “creative” has been replaced with the thrill of riding 700 miles in one summer and the thrill of having a nest egg, just in case.


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