I do. I say you can’t go home.

I was poking around my closet looking for computer cords the other day and came across a brown paper Cub Foods bag, well-worn and the top rolled down. I opened it up and found a whole slew of old pictures—mostly from college. It still amazes me that although those times are chronologically very recent, but emotionally very removed. Some of the people in those photos I never speak to, and some of those people from college I talk to the most I have very little photographic evidence of.

I know that losing touch with people is natural, and comes with the territory of the passage of time, but it still makes me sad that there’s not enough time in the day—or room in my heart—to keep everyone always. I know there are advantages to letting go of people from your past, like having more time—or room—for people in your present, but I still wish passing through life was a simple matter of expanding your heart instead of reorganizing your priorities.