nostalgia at its finest.

It’s one of those nights when I can’t fall asleep. I hear you’re supposed to drink a glass of warm milk when this happens, but instead I decided to watch the first episode of The Wonder Years…

“It was the first kiss for both of us. We never really talked about it afterwards. But I think about the events of that day again and again and somehow I know that Winnie does too, whenever some blowhard starts talking about the anonymity of the suburbs or the mindlessness of the tv generation. Because we know that inside each one of those identical boxes, with it’s dodge parked out front and it’s white bread on the table and it’s tv set glowing blue in the falling dusk, there were people with stories. There were families bound together in the pain and the struggle of love. There were moments that made us cry with laughter. And there were moments, like that one, of sorrow and wonder.”

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About Hope Naomi

Lover of all things tea and travel.
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2 Responses to nostalgia at its finest.

  1. Rothman says:

    oh netflix. I’m in the first season too… so much better than anything else out there to watch 😉

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