Jane Austen in Persuasion
This little line of Jane’s came to my mind this weekend while visiting the places of my very recent college years. Nearly every spot, corner, and street held memories both good and bad that flooded back into my mind. I found myself loving the places all the more for having suffered and survived, laughed, loved, and struggled through things that shaped me into an entirely new (and I think improved) self. Pain once passed usually leaves scars, yet, if you’re lucky as I was, it leaves a fondness for a place and time that seems now unreal.