there is a certain sadness and a certain beauty in finding treasures from our past. that old CD that you used to listen to on repeat over and over and over again beaten up and scratched until you wore it out no longer fits into your music library. that t-shirt that you wore to every musical audition just for good luck no longer fits around your sides. and that photo of you and your high school sweetheart; where is he now? his letters stopped coming at christmas time about three years ago.
nostalgia is a friend and a foe but it is sometimes one of the only things that can keep you the happiest when you've no where else to travel.