nostaglia.
Tonight I’m feeling extra nostalgic. Every season of my life has had good parts and bad parts and I had to learn to marry the two in order to enjoy what is happening at the moment. I just think back and I remember how much I loved playing sports in the bitter cold, going to the movies with friends in high school, playing with the game on the line, sitting and talking in the bitter cold because no one wanted to go home, going on roadtrips and all the firsts along the way. Some people hate the past. I don’t. I love the past more than I love the present. For some reason I always see the past in this romantic way, forgetting all the bad of the season and just fondly remembering the good. I might just be really good at selective memory, but I wanna go back and relive certain things again and again. It’s such a crying shame that after the split second moment passes it will never come back. Things are rarely as good the second, third and nth time. So tonight I just want a time machine.
In the immortal words of LOST- “We have to go back, Kate, We have to go back!”
