Nostalgic melancholy

It took a little more coordination than tools in the age of the internet might normally require, but two high school friends and I visited Colmar on a warm summer weekend in 2019. I knew of the city not for its architecture or cute village vibe but for being the main seat of Liebherr, a convenient (okay, forced… it’s been too many years since I meant to write this) bridge and allusion to the title of this post: over a dozen years ago, I had thought my career would likely wind up in construction equipment. While life change is relentless, it’s curiously circuitous to seemingly persistent themes.

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Nostalgic melancholy