Anticipation is one of the things I miss most about the 'old world'. I remember sending off for things in magazines, eagerly awaiting the 6-8 week delivery. Rushing home from school and checking the mail. The wait was delightfully painful. And when it finally came it was either awesome or a crushing disappointment.

Back in the late 90s I was looking for a CD copy of Primal Rock Therapy by Blood Circus. I went around to all my independent record stores to browse their used bins and talk to the staff, and checked trade-in stores/thrift shops etc whenever I saw one when I was out. Looked on and off for two years, and I remember to this day the exact moment I found it in a half-price bin in a bookstore.

I have trouble replicating that same feeling by browsing ebay listings; it's not an adventure, just a transaction. Like the dozens of other transactions I make every day. Comfort and convenience are nice, but they're not things that stir emotions and create memories.