I was driving in a part of town this weekend that I haven't driven in for years; one that I drove in regularly when I was in high school, and I got hit with such a pang of nostalgia that I thought I was going to cry. Chest tightened, nose prickled like there were tears waiting to come, and I had such a longing - a homesickness - that it was almost unbearable.
Life is funny - all these emotions going through my head, weepy for the old days, when I am very content with the state of things today. Dealing with the kids has been easier, I have not been quite so stressed out, and we have just been having fun. Still, I was all, "aren't I too young for a mid-life crisis?"