and we always seem to find ourselves here in this place, longing for a home far away. we miss there when we're here, and here when we're there. endless longing for a time fleeting, for a place in transition, for a life already lived.
to sense these shifts and be present in the current moment or location, fuels this nostalgia. and what do we do to recreate those distant happinesses, experiences, meals, lifestyles? can we get as close to a time machine as much as possible, or is it all moot?
but still we feel the pull for the known past in the wake of an unknown future. while not entirely blissfully at unawares, we still retain that level of bliss. to know that the world around us, and the endless possibility of going to those myriad of desired destinations.