Back from the Beach to the Blog

Hello Everyone,

I apologize for not writing for awhile. Things have been moving pretty quickly in my world, and, unfortunately, I hadn't made blogging one of my top priorities. I will tell you, it’s pretty weird writing a blog; trying to determine exactly what others will and will not find interesting, especially since most of the time you are simply reflecting on your everyday routine. Overall, I think the best example I can come up with is that it’s like talking about yourself to people you don't know.

This past week, however, I got a much needed break from my usual routine, as I went on vacation to Myrtle Beach, which was my first time to the beach since I was about 8 years old. Needless to say, both the beach and I have grown up a lot since then. 12-years later, and the place is huge. They have all kinds of new stuff like the Alabama Theatre, the House of Blues, the Cherrygrove Pier, and the gigantic Broadway at the Beach. The place looked like a tropical Las Vegas, with flashing lights and neon signs lining Rt. 17 for miles.

About a day into the trip, I began to realize that this wasn't the same beach anymore. In life, I find my nostalgia for my childhood increased on a daily basis. I remember making fun of my parents for always saying "back when I was a kid....," but now, ironically, I catch myself saying that all the time. I truly miss the things that defined my childhood, like when MTV played music videos, Bob Barker on the Price is Right, Happy Meals being the cure to any ailment, and my mom not Facebook chatting with my friends.

Luckily, amongst this world filled with change, I found one my dearest memories from my childhood still in place, and it hasn't tried to change in centuries, Medieval Times. As a child, I went there with my family and had blast. This was a place where people fight with swords and eating with your hands is encouraged; to me it was like adolescent heaven. Needless to say, I dragged my friends, purely against their own will. To their surprise they had a great time, and even joined me as I shouted, cringed, and cheered for the Black and White knight (who won by the way). My girlfriend laughed and said I was acting like a 5-year old. I realized that I wish I could act like a 5-year old more often.

Till tomorrow, stay young everyone.