I actually got to eat dessert today

I’m facing a sudden reawakening of my deep love for Anne of Green Gables.

                There’s a strange winding road affect, when I come across something of great nostalgic value, that tends to get me into that mode of teary-eyed and constantly locked in daydreaming. I often find myself clinging from one beloved treasure to another like I’m caught in a whirlpool, searching for something sturdier to keep me afloat for an even longer measure of time. At present I’ve jumped from  my love of an old movie to Anne of Green Gables without any real connections between the two whatsoever. Yet I hold no surprise since it happens to be a sort of pastime.

That’s not to say that I’m not perfectly happy in this spiral of reminiscence. I feel like I’ve actually been in need of some comfort after the past four, five days or so. You could almost say that I’ve been pulled apart by dual spirals of happiness and the domino effect that is “when one thing goes wrong, everything else has to come tumbling down”.

Show me the way, Anne Shirley. Show me the way.