Oct 20, 2022
2 min read
The Good Years
On premature nostalgia
“I was so busy setting up my life I didn’t realize… those were the good years! Those were the years when I should have been paying attention.”
A fifty-something-year-old friend said this to me yesterday. We were talking on the phone. I was pacing my living room, obsessing over all the micro- and macro-decisions I’ve been making lately: first and fifth dates, Zillow and…
