{thirty days of thanks} history

 i like old things. things with history. antique shops and thrift stores where i can spend hours handling every object and speculating on what stories it might tell. one-room schoolhouses or haunted hotels in tiny mountain towns. ancient ruins where i can walk in the footsteps of people who lived thousands of years ago.
i'm not sure why, exactly - i think it's because i feel a sense of connection, of sameness to the people that used to use vintage typewriters or study in one-room schoolhouses or live in caves or walk ancient cobbled streets. we all made lives for ourselves, required food and shelter, marveled at stars in the night sky, experienced cold winters and warm summers, celebrated beauty and mourned loss, sought love and comfort and acceptance. we are all just people, regardless of where or when we lived. 
we spend so much time and energy trying to separate ourselves from each other these days. perhaps we should spend just a little bit of time remembering why we're not so different after all.