Lately, I have been feeling very nostalgic, which is equal parts good and bad. I'm a packrat, so it's not exactly uncommon for me to run across something that brings up a memory. But lately, I've had several of those moments in a row. And that's got me a little worn down, a little more tender than I normally am about such things.
Honestly, it's not even all romantic relationships that have been on my mind, though they are there, too. I've just done a lot of thinking about other times and places in my life and how much I miss them. I don't want to go back, really. That's not quite my style, the whole "good old days" thing. I just wish I had some of the sweetest memories in a bottle, so I could take them out and hold them for a little while. Because while there were painful parts, there were also golden moments that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
The problem is I just don't know where to put them all today. And so that's explains why I am sitting here trying not to cry off my Sunday morning make-up.