Ask anyone my age and we'll all tell you that things we miss most about our childhoods are the things that separate us from the generation that came after us. We all feel the pull of nostalgia wanting to transport us back to the lives we led before technology weaseled its way into every aspect of our lives. Life was simple then, and when life gets too overwhelming now, we want nothing more than to revert back to simpler days. Don't get me wrong: I love technology. The possibility of this blog was something I hadn't fathomed while I sat in 1998 writing feverishly in my Lisa Frank notebook with my multitude of gel pens. Today, I receive world news instantaneously on my iPhone and I can talk to people all over the world within just a few seconds. But there are (many) days when I want to throw my technological devices into a canyon and return to days spent only admiring the life actually in front of me, and not the one on the screen in the palm of my hand. I don't know much. I'm 90s kid, though no longer a kid; I'm grown; I've graduated from college years ago; I've been working and I'm saving away for a 401(k) plan that I might get to cash in one day; I've got a home of my own, but I live alone; I'm on the downward slope to my 30s. There's still a lot I don't know and a lot I'm still learning. I'm still an in-betweener. So maybe because I'm still in a phase of in-between, I feel the strong pull of nostalgia back to simpler days.
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