There’s something about a Sunday.

And it’s Tates’ fault. Kinda. 

It’s that nostalgic kick that triggered a part of my brain when she mentioned listening to I’d Really Love To See You Tonight by English Dan & John Ford Coley. I had been incessantly playing that song on Spotify for months. Especially on a Sunday. 

It reminded me of that childhood memory where we’d habitually visit my grandparents on both sides every weekend from the 90s to the 2000s, and listening to such songs inside the car is a hobby my father and I like to do. And oh, we’d also sing along to it.

It made me remember that suppressed teenage memory where I get to be picked up by my father after going out to drink and party with my friends. We would drive home, the cool breeze touching my fingertips as I tried to bring my hand out the window while pretending I’m not drunk.

It’s my lackluster mood of being forced to wake up early just to go to church too.

Among the 7 days, Sundays really feel different. It is such a vibe. 

But ever since I came here to Europe, I never felt that vibe anymore. My Sundays started to feel just like any other day. For seven years.

Oh well.

Since I’m diving into this pit of nostalgia, the past few days, I thought of checking my other blog that has been in private for 4 years. I scrolled through the stuff I had written, and while most of them are just a bunch of spilled musings from my younger self, one paragraph of what I wrote in December 2012 caught my attention.

“I wish you have the right kind of books to invade your soul. The right kind of coffee to make and share with. The receptiveness to accept people in your life and let go of old ones not because they don't care but because their priorities have changed. You don't stop caring for people you've let into your life. It's just that at a certain age, there is so much you can do. I wish you spontaneous trips that lead you to discover yourself more. To do things you haven't done yet. To wear clothes you want because it's still age-appropriate. I wish you'd be able to hold your favorite person's hand whenever you desire to. And I wish you a heart that has managed to heal itself after all the years it hurt. I wish you the right words to fill your mind whenever you need to be heard. And the right kind of silence to fill your surroundings whenever you need some peace.”

My jaw genuinely dropped when I read that. It wasn’t only a simple reminder or an inspiring paragraph written by my 24-year-old self.

It was faith.

That part of me believed I can feed myself with the right kind of things to nurture my mind and the right kind of people to give me the experiences I need in order to learn and grow. The thought was faith-driven that I will be able to do those for myself.

All these brought me back to reminisce this much just because of a single song. Thanks, Tates.

I guess my Sundays here in Europe can still be a vibe after all.