I find myself so many different places. In the dog-eared pages marking my favorite spots of my favorite books. In the stacks of dusty journals with my twelve-year-old scrawl under my bed. In the small chip on the handle of my favorite coffee mug. In the smudges on the screen of my laptop. In the small man made of twistie ties hanging from the rear view mirror of my car. In the small stain on the sleeve of my favorite sweater. Each of these things and more is a reflection of me, who I was at a certain time in my life, and ultimately who I am today because of it. Sometimes I can't help feeling nostalgic about even the smallest things. Where do you find yourself?