There’s an assumption that wistfulness is only for the long ago. But, sometimes I find myself sentimental for more recent times - like, for the me of five years ago, a starry-eyed graduate who handed out my business card to every person that she met and thought of Magic the Gathering as a “solid back-up-plan,” should the law thing not work out. I feel tenderness towards this iteration of myself, combined with some remorse for the hardening (or reality shock) that I’ve since experienced.
A lot can change in a few years. And not all years pass the same. Perhaps it is not the passage of time, but the occurrence of change that evokes nostalgia (though often these go hand-in-hand).
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