Raves
It was all because we had moved once again, my family and me.
After some significant ups and downs, with more downs if we are being
completely honest, we finally settled in an amazing place where we could all be
together at peace. While looking for a place to eat one day, a friend of mine
suggested a recently opened restaurant called Raves that was about a five
minutes drive from my house.
I was not disappointed at all. Not only was it very very
close to my house, it was just my kind of place. Warm and homely, with dimmed
yellow lights, soft music, great location, not too many of the people I know
and it had really good food. I didn't know it then when my friend suggested
that I try the mocca milkshake that a tradition had just started. Not only did Raves become my go to place, the
mocca milk shake became my drink.
The parking spot where I had been picked up and dropped
various times, the seat in the right corner of the balcony, the soft music
barely heard from the road, soft yellow glow coming out of the main area and
the delicious aroma I knew wasn't deceitful at all. What had happened? Why did I
throw Raves out of my life completely when every fiber in me just wanted to go
in right now? Had I found what I was looking for whenever I went there back in
the day? Surely I hadn't changed so much that places like the Raves were no
longer my cup of tea… Had I gotten too caught up with the roller-coaster of my
life that was 2014 that I didn't even have time to do the things that made me
who I am?
Had I outgrown Raves?
As I resumed my drive to this new more important place, I thought
about all these things. I wondered if I would come back to Raves as often as I used
to. I thought about what the place had represented in my life, the phase that I
was in at that time. I thought about how I had felt whenever I was there. I thought
about if I wanted to feel that feeling again. I thought about how much
potential I had seen in Raves; it was supposed to be the place that us friends
would call our spot till we were old and gray, it was to be the place I would
go with my future husband and father of all my children for our first date, and
where I came to get away from it all, or get drunk with my girlfriends on a
wild Friday night out. It was to be the place I would come to when I needed to
get some work done, or needed to grab a quick dinner to take home. Memories were
supposed to be made at Raves.
As I reached my destination, I knew for certain that the
answer was yes. I might be at a different place than I was then, but it’s still
me underneath it all. The same old dreamer with the same old hopes and dreams… Raves
was definitely coming with me to the year 2015.
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