Now that she's back in the atmosphere with drops of jupiter in her hair...

  

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

This song, Drops of Jupiter by Train, is ridiculously important to me.  

You know how you can hear a song and instantly it can remind you of twenty different things?  You remember where you were when you first heard it, the people you associate it with, and the stage of your life you were in when it first hit you.  

I hate to admit it, but I first heard Taylor Swift's version, from her live cd.  The lyrics captivated me, so I looked up the original and fell in love.  There's something about songs referencing space that fascinates me.  It's like the take you to a whole other dimension in three and a half minutes.  Drops of Jupiter, from the title to the chord progression, instantly became my favorite song.  

Listening to it, I'm taken back to last summer, when I would listen to it at least once a day.  It will forever remind me of ice cream dripping onto suntanned skin, picking strawberries with my friends, and dancing.  As the bridge says,

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken?
Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me?

I made my best friends last summer, discovered some more about myself, and this song will always remind me of those beautiful times.   

Okay, I should probably stop, I'm beginning to sound OLD.   

But one more thing.  

Last year, I had no clue who I was.  I went through all these different phases and stages and was ultimately unhappy with all of them.  I'm still trying to work everything out, but as I've grown closer to God, he's helped me to truly "discover myself."  Last year, everything was good, but it wasn't perfect.  There was something missing.    

Tell me did you sail across the sun

Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded

And that heaven is overrated 

 

Sometimes what we think we want is nothing more than a fantasy.  Last year, I didn't know what I want.  But this year, I think I do.  And it's really great. 

 And tell me, did Venus blow your mind?
Was it everything you wanted to find
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?