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This time of year I become very nostalgic, I miss Owasso the most this time of year. I miss the changing of the leaves, I miss the crispness of the air, I miss the expectations of snow. I miss Friday pep rallies and the excitement in the air, the promise of a football game well played. I miss going to Sonic after the pep rally with my besties. Tammi, Tonya and Pam, driving down 169 with Urgent blaring and us sing off key at the top of our lungs.
Most of all I miss my mom and dad, I miss hearing the stories of our ancestors, I miss the warmth of being in their home. I miss the Skate Ranch on Friday nights; I miss the sense of belonging that I felt there, in that place, in that time.
I have not felt that sense of belonging in any other place I have been to since; I don’t know if I will ever recapture it. Don’t get me wrong, I feel a sense of belonging when I am with my Ladies that Lunch crew, I felt it in my Mary Kay meetings led by Sandi. I never felt it in the PTA meetings at the schools in Plano. I don’t feel at home in Plano, maybe because it isn’t my hometown. Maybe, just maybe, one only feels truly at home in their hometown. I know that is the case with me, perhaps others feel that as well, I don’t know.
I do know I felt a tremendous sense of homecoming this past summer at my family reunion, I have not felt that in a long time. It was nothing short of amazing, but it still does not compare to how Owasso makes me feel.
When I drive into the city itself these days nothing resembles what I grew up with, there are more stores, more housing developments and even the landscape of the school has changed. But nothing changes the feeling that the city of Owasso imparts to my soul. It says welcome home, we’ve been waiting for you, I feel in that moment welcomed by an invisible force. It is inviting, warm and loving, it is as if I never left, the people are the same friendly faces I remember. I drive down Main Street, and while some of the buildings have changed, the feeling has not; it still emanates a slower pace of life, a time gone by, a place where speedy decisions are not made.
I know I will never move back, but in my heart, Owasso will always be my home.

Memories

I had something all ready to go, ready to just click the button and there it would be my Friday Angie World entry. However, there are times when one gets derailed, and this is one of those times. I was driving to work and a song came on the radio, I was so overwhelmed with memories, good memories, sweet really. It was a song from the movie Urban Cowboy, it was Look What You’ve Done To Me, it brought back the sweetest memory of the boy who took me to see the movie.
Sixteen is such a magical time in most adolescent’s lives; it is filled with discovery, innocence and amazement. I loved being 16, I loved the carefree life, I loved having no worries beyond what lip-gloss to wear that day, which shoes do I feel like wearing today. Ok, you might think I am not so different today, however I have bigger worries than those in my life as an adult.
If I could go back, would I? That is really the question; I think I would, for one day, to have nothing to do n the summer beyond laying out with Tammi. Watching All My Children and all of my other favorite soaps on ABC. Getting more and more golden by the moment, perhaps on a Friday, that way, I could tan during the day and then go to the Skate Ranch that night. Interesting thought, where oh where is my Delorean?
Perhaps this weekend I shall have a time travel weekend, I will listen to music that invokes memories and watch television shows that remind me of my era. Eat comfort food and catch up on laundry, I lead such a glamorous life.