Nostalgia

It's been a while since I touched this.
But thanks to my fishy friend, I've been pushed towards it.
Besides, leaving anything unfinished and unclosed bothers me somewhat. Call it the result of a traumatic first grade experience if you will.
For months I'd been moaning about not having a 'direction', no 'path' in life, of being stuck at home as far as I could see. But that is not to be. For suddenly my life has gained direction (or maybe it had it all along and I refused to see it or acknowledge it). Yours truly has gotten into a college, and not just any college , the place she has been dreaming about for years! I suppose I should be full of a sense of fire and accomplishment now, but sadly, I feel none.
Why is that?
Call it a hankering for some people left behind in old haunts. Or for people who WERE part of those old haunts, but have left it themselves. In fact, a hankering for both sets of people.
Have you ever sat down and wondered whether those you parted ways with think about you as much as you think about them? Whether they think about you at all, conjure you up in their thoughts and daydream about what you might be doing?
And come to the conclusion- 'Definitely nowhere near as much as I am.'
Maybe it's cause you were jobless.
Or maybe you're just lonely.
And rainy afternoons certainly don't help.

But now that there's a path and all for you to follow, isn't it time to ditch all those old hankerings? At least, one may hope that there's less time for them to surface.

One hopes.