Trainwreck

sweater c/o // H&M slip dress // Dolce Vita booties

Nothing is as burdening as the feeling of nostalgia paired with sentimentality.

The mind weighs heavy with running memories of the past and the heart inflates with overwhelming sadness. This is when our emotions soften with a cloudy vignette of affinity and our perceptions hazy with tenderly affection.

I've had a couple of special people in my life move out of the state recently and I didn't fully comprehend the extent to which I would feel unbearably sad. It wasn't until their physical departure did the reality sink in and I realized my usual moments with them would thin to a rarity. I'm a terribly sentimental person and I grasp onto the past as tightly as I can the more it wears with time. I'm afraid of forgetting where I came from but more importantly, the people who've helped me get here. But my nostalgic heart is a blessing in itself. It made me think about the evident nature of growing up and moving on because if I didn't experience loss, I wouldn't appreciate strong attachment. And as much as I wouldn't mind being anchored to a comfortable familiarity, there comes a point when there is no other direction but forward. I'll occasionally look back at the distance achieved but accepting farewells is essential to life's dynamic and if I can master the limit of permanence, then I've developed the art of gratitude.

So as the saying goes, "This isn't goodbye, this is a see you later," I'll see you all back in my life soon enough.