I’ve been thinking about places recently, and have wondered why all of the towns I’ve lived in still haunt me sometimes. Even though I’m more happy in New York than I remember being anywhere else. It can feel silly. While I was in Richmond last weekend, I felt little pricks of nostalgia every time I saw something that was a regular part of my life there: the rocks I used to walk along on the James River, the coffee shops I used to frequent, my favorite restaurant, even the familiar grooves in certain parts of the streets. While thinking about missing all of this stuff, I remembered something a good friend said once:
It’s true, isn’t it. And a little bit comforting /reassuring. At least we weren’t so sick of the place and desperate to leave that we have that “good riddance” attitude about it all. Bittersweet.
-Excerpted from TokyoHanna’s Blog
