I don't know whether it's because I'm getting old, or the experience of starting a new chapter in my (work)life that is making me nostalgic these days.
Quite often I find myself looking back at the past, both recent and distant, and feeling that things generally look better in retrospect.
Not to say that the present state of affairs in my life aren't desirable. Nothing's really wrong with what's here and now, just...different? And yet... familiar, I suppose, in the sense that it's not totally foreign territory. I have, after all, been through similar incarnations of this stage. Perhaps the cyclical nature is what is prompting this inquiry.
I suppose it is human nature to wonder and imagine. Maybe my imagination is just a little more untamed than others. Either that or I keep letting it run away with me. But despite all the images that my mind conjures, I am comforted by deja vu, and pretty certain, at least up to this point, that this is where I ought to be.
