Ahh, nostalgia. Why would I be nostalgic for a time where I was broody about the things I didn’t have? Nostalgia doesn’t have to make sense!
It’s cold where you’re going, I hope that your heart’s always warm! Points to you if you know the song and as you read that, it started playing in your head. There’s a special place in my heart for whiny 2000’s emo. Maybe you share that particular brand of nostalgia?
All good things must come to an end! But every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end, which means the end is where you begin, and I’m running out of songs to quote. I am looking forward to the fall, but I will definitely miss the pace of sabbatical. I feel very rested, so mission accomplished.