Sucker for Nostalgia

I'm a sucker for nostalgia. I cling on to the good stuff like my life depends on it (to be honest, I believe, it does). I'm a peculiar case in that the thing I get nostalgic about need not even be in the past. A mere thought of an impending end is all that is required for nostalgia to get triggered. Now that my family has moved to Alleppey (neighbouring district of Ernakulam), my final year blues have hit an all time low. It's as if things are slowly attaining a finality. Friends, family and everyone else will go their ways.

If there's one song that perfectly describes how I feel now, it's "Rivers and Roads" by the Head and the Heart.

"A year from now, we'll all be gone

All our friends will move away. 

And they're going to better places.

But our friends will be gone away. 

Nothing is as it has been

And I'll miss your face like hell

And I guess it's just as well

But I'll miss your face like hell. 

Been talkin' about the way things change

And my family lives in a different state

If you don't know what to make of this

Then we will not relate

So if you don't know what to make of this

Then we will not relate.

Rivers and roads

Rivers and roads

Rivers, till I reach you. "

It's funny how I call myself an adult and yet I have got not a clue as to what I wish to do with my future (in every sense). But I guess, I'll find a way. Till then, rivers and roads. 

- A very clueless me.