I thought to myself. Maybe that’s why we always go back. Behind those old doors is familiarity, comfort. Like the feeling of nostalgia we get looking back through old photographs, smelling a familiar smell, putting on an old jacket. All that is left is a softening memory. For that single moment, time has ceased. We are like a camera, trying to capture the seconds so we can feel everything that comfort once gave us. We want to do all that we can to keep it there, but we can’t. We have to take off the jacket and place it back on the shelf. We have to open the window and let in the fresh, crisp air. We have to let go. That in itself is one of the hardest lessons to learn. ❤