God I just love this song. It reminds me of exactly two things — my old roommate/friend Elizabeth Skadden and the trip I took in November 2006 to Bogota, Colombia. Both remembrances put me back to a time in my life when I was truly happy. Those endless summer nights at Barton Springs, or watching Gilmore Girls in the living room, I wouldn’t trade them for anything. Nor would I trade the feeling of being a true American jetsetter for anything, going with Tim to a far-off land just because we could, for anything. To think how much money was in my bank account back in those days turns my face sallow; makes me depressed, even more depressed. To think I was one of the first mainstream American tourists to really “do” Colombia in decades makes me feel kind of smug.
But it also makes me want to be back there again, at the point in my life where I actually lived for what came next, because I knew it was likely to be great.