Sometimes youāre 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. Youāre just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books youāre reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just donāt feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but āMomāsā probably wouldnāt feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened every day and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that youāll never be this young again but this is the first time youāve ever been this old. When you canāt remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffeeās done. Youāre going to breath in and out. Youāre going to be fine in about five minutes.
