What ever happened to my Legos?

I'm still trying to get used to the idea of 2007.
or the thought of leaving home again, for that matter.
this was bound to happen
I don't think i'll be getting used to it any time soon.

Vintage, worn, ripped, again imperfect, frayed
anything that holds weight
either truly loved by someone
or carried some obvious collective history.
That's what feels real now.