Right after I typed the word “lingering” I did a double take because I thought I might have typed the word “lingerie” o.O.
- This is what studying at the UC looked like (with variable amounts of food) and it was plenty grand.
Anyway, when I was a kid (age-wise) I was a pretty sentimental sorta gal. Every trinket in my room held significance because “this toy came from my best friend in grade one” and “this card was made by someone who cheered me up when I was being bullied in grade six” and “these rocks came from a friend’s hike and she thought they looked so cool in the riverbed.” Trinkets were important because they represented the momentary halt of the laws of time and space, and I could access moments in my past and my friends’. I liked lingering on those memories because they were parts of life that I had the blessing to inhabit.
I still like lingering, now. (And if you keep on reading the word lingerie and it’s totally spoiling the post for you I apologize. I can’t read my own writing without giggling a little).
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