By Eryn Loeb

Eryn Loeb writes a lot about nostalgia and old stuff.

  1. When I was fourteen, I got a job at a Renaissance Faire. It's tempting to say it was the best job I ever had, but really it was just my first and the most aggressively formative. Every Saturday and Sunday morning in August and September, I'd cinch myself into a purple velvet bodice worn over a gauzy, off-the-shoulder dress. Given my closet's limited options, Doc Martens felt like the most appropriate footwear. My mom would…

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  2. It was a decade ago that Lauren and I got matching tattoos, three-inch flames on the inside of our right biceps. The guy who did them was stocky, cranky and wearing a leather vest. In the next chair, a girl no older than us was wincing tearfully as she got her boyfriend's name inked onto her hip inside a fat red heart. I'd be lying if I said the contrast didn’t make us feel a…

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