The following essay is an except from my forthcoming book, Don’t Do Anything I Would Do (coming this Spring). Available to my paid subbies only! Enjoy!
Isn’t it strange when you go somewhere with someone you’re dating, and then you break up, and you feel like you can never go back to that place again? And if you do, that place will look very different.
It will be decorated in memories, painted over in a shade that you’ll never find again, a limited edition color that represents a room in your mind that is now frozen in time — kind of like the bedroom some parents keep, untouched, when their kids move out. Everything in that room remains exactly the way it was left. The old posters are still taped to the wall, the bed is perfectly made. It is a museum of nostalgia, a time capsule that is preserved forever. Or until they sell the house.