Nostalgia.

My first year out of University, I took up a sales job. It afforded me the luxury of living close to my then boyfriend - now husband -  while simultaneously allowing for the avoidance of moving in with my parents. The job, however, I abhorred. It required cold calls. A great many of them. In one word: Painful. My escape became my lunch break, where I would sneak away in peace to Barnes & Nobles. There's something chic about sipping on a Starbucks latte while enjoying soup of the day in a cafe hidden amongst the books. It became my solitude. This afternoon, I revisited my old rabbit hole, after years of forgotten memories, and it was so unexpectedly blissful. To add even more flourish to the moment, a petite famille speaking French sat nearby. All of those cherished moments came flooding back to me in a wave of calm I couldn't have anticipated.  Nostalgia is funny like that. It will sneak up on you when you least expect it. As we move forward to the next year, it's nice to know that fond memories of the past will never fully fade. 

Barnes & Nobles chili with a warm asiago cheese pretzel.