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It’s The Most Nostalgic Time of the Year

This is the time of year nostalgia really begins to develop into a full-fledged obsession, and why shouldn’t it? Christmas is only a little more than a month away, and I’ve got snowflakes, Santa Claus, and silver bells on my mind.

I know, I know, we can’t forget about Thanksgiving, the forgotten holiday. And we shouldn’t, of course, but I gotta say, Thanksgiving doesn’t hold the same nostalgic memories that Christmas does… Perhaps because Christmas is really a full season that dominates the entire month of December with 24-hour Christmas music radio stations, houses covered in lights, and shopping, shopping, shopping.

Okay, so there is one Thanksgiving memory that sticks out—the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. Every year I would get up to watch that spectacle at 7:00 a.m. with my mom, who also loved it. The floats, the marching bands, and those fantastic giant balloons. It’s nostalgic for a lot of people, and we wrote more about it on this post last year (we’ve updated the post with this year’s viewing information). Continue reading “It’s The Most Nostalgic Time of the Year”

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Week 16: In Search of Spare Moments | Everyday Nostalgia

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I need an extra hour in my day. Maybe two. Actually, maybe 24. Imagine what I could do with a whole extra day….

These are the things I am thinking as I step out of the grocery store and into the late afternoon sunlight. Between staying on top of the happenings at my daughter’s school, the constant demands of work, and the general business of life, it feels like I don’t have any moments to spare. Manifesting time seems like the only solution even though I know it’s completely out of the question.

I slip on my sunglasses as I head toward my car. Ahead of me, an older gentleman makes his way across the parking lot. Since I’m hurrying and he is walking much slower than I am, it doesn’t take long before I find myself beside him.

“Are those high heels I hear?” he asks. He stops walking and turns his head down toward the sound. Continue reading “Week 16: In Search of Spare Moments | Everyday Nostalgia”