Nostalgia

Nostalgia 

It’s Like the best food your soul can taste. It’s bitter and it’s sweet.  It’s the door you wanted open as a kid just in case the monster came back and you needed an escape route to your parents.  The door you kept open so if you left reality for an hour you’d still feel included- in case something interesting happened in the living room.  It’s the door you suddenly wanted to close because you had to discuss the Middle School Survival Guide with your BFF. The door you shut and locked because you needed privacy and thought your middle-aged parents’ wisdom could never understand.  When you felt the phone conversations between you and your boyfriend were Shakespearean secrets.  The door you hoped would slowly open with your sister or mother behind when those poetic lyrics turned to ice-cream breakups. The door slammed when you needed an escape. The door you left open for a little extra noise to bring you comfort. I know in a few months it will be the last time closing one just a few feet from my dad’s.  And the first time opening one states away from my childhood.  Where Dorm will be the new Home.  And that door will signify the figurative ones that will be opened by Him leading  my future.  

Nostalgia is different for everyone. 

I found my in doors.