I’m a big believer in signs. I broke up with my husband when we first started dating because of a dream I had.
It was a pretty crazy dream.
So obviously I believe in watching out for what God/life/the universe throws in your path. The billboard sized hints that I have a hard time believing are completely random, especially when they’re so perfectly placed.
I’ve been hit with a lot of Europe images lately. When Josh and I spent over 3months backpacking there in 2006 we used an old video camera to tape (TAPE!) parts of the trip, and we finally got those tapes (OMG TAPES!) made into DVD’s yesterday. So obviously we spent all last night watching videos of us in Europe. Looking very skinny. And very tan. UGH.
A girl in my office is honeymooning to Spain, to Barcelona. Barcelona was by far one of our favorite stops on our trip. We stayed an extra 4 days, which when you’re only spending 2 days in each city is a seriously big deal. She also speaks fluent French, so we chat about Barcelona and I practice my heinous french on her. Poor girl.
Then today I found this post, and it made me simultaneously smile and tear up. It threw me back 4 years ago to riding bikes in Amsterdam (I almost killed a local elderly woman…my bad), driving teensy Grecian roads in our little POS Hyundai (all 4 tires were spares – classy!), being screamed at by the train station man in Portugal, and eating EVERYTHING IN SIGHT in Italy.
If there was ever a time that stressed a relationship, it should have been then. I mean, hell, 90% of the time Josh was the only other person who spoke English. So it was either speak to Josh or speak to no one. And FYI, I cannot “speak to no one”. Just not wired that way. But we had a fantastic time and at the end were even closer than before.
Then we came back and, YAY! Real life! Which is so mindblowingly amazing and mindblowingly angering, all in the same DAY sometimes.
SO. Where was I? Oh right. Signs.
So here we are, sitting at a junction in life where things kind of suck, just the two of us against the world, and then I’m hit with all of these reminders of how great life can be. How great life WAS for the two of us. And while we have stayed so strong with each other, and I know that there’s no one I’d rather be fighting side by side with than my best friend, lately I just don’t want to fight anymore. Like the world is our 7th grade boyfriend, and we need to send OUR bff to tell IT’S bff that we can’t sit next to each other at lunch any more. And we’re TOTALLY not going to 2nd base.
So what’s God/life/the universe trying to tell me with these signs? That another trip to Europe is in order? Is He/it/it trying to give me hope? Or just rubbing it in my face that You guys had your fun! DONE! Or, more appropriately, FINITO!?
I’m having trouble interpreting this sign. Can I have another?
Barefoot Chick-A-Dee 
March 10, 2010 at 11:11 PM
I say, go for it!! I’m back in the States after the most amazing year of my life. And I walked back into an Economic Vortex O’Doom. Should I have left my cush job? Now that I hear about so many good people, who did Everything the Right Way, who gave their blood, guts, and vital organs to companies that laaaaid them off, I know that I did the right thing. I have these incredibly memories. And I got to write about it all, which means just like your tapes, I get to live it all, again.
Dream – and go. Hey, I wrote a story on the blog, called “Signs” – about driving in Wales. Wales! It’s out there, and so is the rest of the world.
It’s your life. Make it what you want it to be. I loved the line from Imagine “You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one….”
March 11, 2010 at 12:05 PM
Well…I like the ending better than the first time around and I keep having the same sign over and over again. I may have told you *wink*, but every time I get in the car an eagle or hawk flies over me while driving. Research what this means and get back to me. Maybe these birds are a sign that we should free ourselves from something.