Those We Left Behind

This isn’t going to be some deep retrospective about the end of a year and what we’ve lost and gained. No, this is an entirely materialistic post: I was thinking about stuff I was forced to leave behind when I moved home from the US, and what I wish I could’ve taken with me. Other than my books (oh so many books), the only thing I regret leaving was my vintage plaid skirt. Now though, I’m beginning to miss my black turtleneck sweater too. I got it cheap from Target, and foolishly thought that I wouldn’t need it at home. But after three winters, I’m beginning to see its virtue, especially as I’m getting bored with my scarves and...