Day #40: Music Memories

While driving to Bay City to drop Bryson off to his grandparents, a song came on the radio that brought back a flood of emotions. It's amazing to me how certain songs bring about certain memories or emotions. Not even emotions, but memories of emotions. Does that make sense?

Brandon & Me, GR 2006

Anyways, the song playing was "I Touch Myself" by the Divinyls. Don't judge me. The song took me back to the summer of 2006, when I was living in Grand Rapids (Comstock Park to be exact) with Brandon. We used to go to Tequila Willies every Tuesday for karaoke. We met a group of girls there, who became our friends...ish. By ish, I mean that we don't talk anymore and I think we only talked for a short minute while I lived over there. One of the girls used to sing that song every week at T Willies. That song brought back memories of a flood of emotions that I felt while living there. 

Ricky, Brandon & Marshall
Karaoke, GR 2006

I had just graduated nursing school, I moved down there without consideration. I had planned to move home to Saginaw and work at Covenant on a medical-surgical floor. Well, Brandon was my game changer. I met him, fell in love and basically would have followed him anywhere. I was young, just turned 21. He was not in love with me but he loved me enough to want me around. Does that make sense? It did to me back then. Anyways, he was supposed to move to Saginaw with me to work at MMR, but instead took a job at Life EMS in GR. He called me, while I was at clinicals and said "I'm moving to GR. Want to move there too?"

Uh, duh! 

Hard to see but this was our
karaoke group @ T Willies

So, I turned down the job at Covenant and set up interviews at Spectrum Healthcare. So, that summer I worked my first nursing job on a neuro floor. I hated it. My preceptor was mean, she made me feel stupid constantly. Couple this with the fact that I was in love with my roommate who did NOT love me and brought home girls all the time. Paraded them in front of me. I hated life, I hated him, myself, the girls, my preceptor. I was in hell. The summer of 2006, reminds me what I would imagine hell to be if it existed. A hell that I did not want to leave. It took a lot of pushing to get me back to Saginaw. I eventually moved home. Guess who followed me over? Yep, Brandon. 

So, that song brought back those emotions. Hubby and I were talking about how weird it is that certain songs can bring about such strong memories. 

Until tomorrow,

Big, Beautiful & Broke... Chelsea