Reminiscing & Nostalgia

I sit here now, at my desk in my room , facing the window and looking out at a pitch black sky. It is not yet time for the stars to appear, but I imagine that tonight the sky will be full of beautiful little lantern like stars, dotted at every available part of the night sky....the sky is everywhere and tonight I think the stars will be everywhere.

While I write the smell of cranberry chutney yankee candle is filling my bed room , a pleasure I so adore. My candle sits on the window ledge, it is still warm enough to have the window open , so the flame gentle dances with the breeze entering my room, swaying from left to right ...... it is the simple things in life I adore the most.

Today I finally finished cleaning my bed room. I don't mean that usual quick dust and tidy up the things that have been taken out of their normal spot....I mean full on proper cleaning my room, wardrobes ,presses, book shelves the lot!!! So time consuming, but when it is all finished and everything is in its new rightful place it is also so worth it . I love it when my room is neat and tidy , when I know where everything is and have things in the order that I like... I am, you could say a tiny bit of a neat freak when it comes to my room, I hate when its messy and when I cant find what I'm looking for , so now that it is perfect , I am a very happy camper .

The process of cleaning my room is slow, but slow because I want it to be. Sure I would love if I could click my fingers and it would all be magically done for me , but I really do enjoy the process too. While clearing off my press I find little gems that had slipped my mind , receipts from a shopping trip with my Best friend, that little piece of a poem I scribbled down months ago on a post-it and then forgotten about, notes from people, and most importantly my letters. The letters I have are something I hold very dear. Envelopes and envelopes scattered on different shelves of my book case, from very dear people. Letters from my best friend, letters from the past, letters from someone I will never receive a letter from again. Every letter brings different stories, different occasions, different times in both mine and my correspondents lives . I keep them all , because they are all important , and they all mean so much to me. They make me nostalgic ,and I love nostalgia.

Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson: You find the present tense and the past perfect.

P.S. The first star has appeared :) 

Aoife Marie Elizabeth ♪