Recently I’ve been thinking about the happiest periods of my life, and what I might be able to do to replicate some of those experiences in my life today.
So far, the three best years of my life have been:
- my freshman year of college
- the year I studied abroad
- my first year of marriage
By highlighting those years in particular, I mean to take nothing away from the really good childhood I had or the unique, indescribable
joy of raising children myself. Those 3 years, all bunched into a 5 year window, just happened to be a very formative period of my life. They are nostalgic to me in many ways.
In Defence of Nostalgia
Some people think you should ignore nostalgia. Or they accuse it of being an overly-sentimental longing for an idealized version of the past.
