The Comfort of an Old Sweater
An old sweater is more than fabric; it’s a hug from the past. Mine is a soft, oversized knit in moss green, frayed at the cuffs from years of wear. I bought it at a thrift store in college, and it’s been with me through late-night study sessions, heartbreaks, and lazy Sundays. It smells faintly of cedar and my favorite lotion, a scent that feels like home. Putting it on, I’m instantly comforted by its warmth, its familiarity, the way it drapes over my shoulders like a 老朋友. Old sweaters are silent witnesses to our lives, carrying memories in their stitches. They remind me that comfort isn’t about newness; it’s about the things that know us, inside and out, and love us anyway.