I've been feeling very nostalgic lately, that yearning for what was rather than living what is.
When the cuddles and kisses of my children are just sweet butterflies now they are asleep and I am here on my own ... my man is asleep and I am reminded in my solitary state (tinted with blue) of a time when I was alone ... or at least not living with my love.
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A time of flatmates who may have been relative strangers that fast become family, laundromats and rusted clapped out cars, a time of freezing winters watching fuzzy tv's huddled under blankets and summers spent on the lawn at night drinking wine straight out of the bottle.
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A time of music festivals and beer, small rooms in overcrowded houses, when walking was how you got places not exercise. A time of experimentation and no curfews ...
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A time when nights were bright and days were for sleeping, a job was what you had to do to pay for stuff, a time when making friends with strangers was easy, a time of finding strangers sleeping on your lounge room floor when you wake up in the morning.
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A time when the most money you ever had on you was on it's way to someone else for rent or bills, food was frugally and sometimes fungally found in the fridge, and if you were really hungry you went and visited mum. A time when craft wasn't a hobby it was a legitimate gift and op shopping wasn't just cool, it was necessary.
I loved those days of cheese, bread and chateau de cardboard ... and I'm glad I can visit in memories
but I wouldn't want to give up this
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