Familiarity can sometimes be intoxicating. The smell, the sound, the touch, the old stories, the shared laughter can rock you into a gentle sense of belonging that comes from deep rooted comfort. The kinds that you know you can take advantage of and rattle of whatever’s on your mind without worrying about explaining people, places and circumstances involved cos you know that everything will be understood perfectly. The reassurance gained from the link to your past, and the glow of confidence is like none other. To know that the fondness hasn’t diminished one bit and is growing irrespective of timeframe, is, in a twisted way, a silent nod to what you’ve turned out to be. That, as much as is routinely denied, is very important boost to a slumped ego and a bruised mood.