[6:28pm}
The sun's just set and it's been a lovely warm day. First day of the year where I've been out comfortably in just a t-shirt!
I went for a little bike ride earlier just to catch the last of the sun before it went, and instead of going round the fields behind my house where I usually go, I went to this other field you can see from the front of my house. Basically, I live on a hill, or rather one side of a small shallow valley. in the valley are lots more houses and the usual civilisation stuff, then the other side has this large field. That's the field I went to. At the top of Baulk Lane, Stapleford.
This field is quite significant to me; it was the first proper field I discovered in my local area. I remember one friday looking out the window and wanting to walk there, so me and my mum just did, and it was the first time we went there for both of us. Then later on in my life, when I was going through some tough shit and being all depressed, I would go there (along with many other large empty fields around where I live) and try to make sense of the world I lived in. I can think of at least two seperate occasions where I've sat in this field and cried my eyes out about something.
When I cycled there today, I left my phone and brought my cassette player in my pocket (I'd say Walkman but it's not Sony it's an offbrand one), and I listened to a tape of The Head On The Door by The Cure, an album I haven't heard in AGES. Brought me right back to the summer of 2022 when I first discovered The Cure; that summer for a couple weeks in late August I took over my friend Nathan Slowey's paper round shift in the mornings while he was on holiday, and I remember listening to songs like Inbetween Days and Push on repeat cycling through the same streets I did today. Gave me shivers, especially listening to Push. My 2nd favourite cure song - pictures of you will always be #1.
As I cycled to and from this field I felt like I was taking a little trip down memory lane, or rather, Ewe Lamb Lane. I remembered the first time I ever got drunk, at my first ever party, at Madie Brackner's house when I was 15. I remember being invited to it but not knowing exactly which house was hers, so I stood on the opposite side of the road pretending to be on the phone to someone until I saw someone else arrive at the correct house... That night was crazy and I remember coming home and throwing up lots while my dad sat next to me and helped me, which although disgusting, is a fond memory I have of him.
As I get older, I realise that my life has grown geographically too. My girlfriend lives in a different city, and one of my best friends lives in a completely seperate city. I spend so much time visiting these further away places that I guess I forget to re-discover the streets I actually live by, and I'm glad I did today.
Oddly poetic... but it'll do ;)