No longer sentimentally attached to favorite dolls of my childhood and adolescence, I’d begun to realize one of the fundamentals of life as a preteen during our family road trips. That being, even if the opportunity to revisit some of the same places occurred, we couldn’t duplicate the initial awe of discovery.
But, I could capture my emotions and preserve memories by hanging onto sentimental acquisitions.
One such acquisition came from the gift shop at the Polar Caves in Rumney, New Hampshire.
Rock candy! I kept the conglomeration inside its miniature, brown paper bag—for years! Luckily, no ant infestation.
Not any less sentimental toward meaningful acquisitions in adulthood, I have a sizeable lava specimen from Mount Etna which my sister scrounged for me per my request.
I have an emotional attachment to the lid of a chocolate box which I’ve pinned on a wall in my office because of the words, “Every little moment of life we share makes life sweeter”.
My sentimental attachment to the kindness behind a floral arrangement I received last week, has prompted me to press and dry its four, big-bloom roses for keepsake inside the florist’s vase.
In my capacity as a writer, I’ve grown sentimentally attached to my fleshed-out characters pressed between the pages of my Contemporary work in progress. I’m nearing the finish line of Chapter 72 in Part 4, and closer to completing the novel than I was nearly “five years ago” when I began drafting it.
May the sentimental attachments you hold dear bring a measure of peace and comfort.*My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
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Cheers!