Jealousy.

There are a couple of things in the world that evoke an amount of jealousy in me that makes my heart ache.

The first is the beginning of a romantic comedy that begins with a sweeping pan of New York City. It breaks my heart every. single. time. When the main character is established I'm always a little disappointed that it's not magically me.

The second is when I get a catalog from Anthropologie or Urban Outfitters.

I can't believe I wasn't there to help scout locations and art direct the shoot.