Have you ever looked up an old friend, or a town you moved away from, or an old love, only to be surprised by your own intense nostalgia? I recently found the blog of an acquaintance I'd lost touch with. Their life - every single aspect of it - was founded on principles that I'd long ago abandoned. I had no idea who I was then; all I knew was that I enjoyed this person immensely. Something felt natural and right; when we lost touch, none of those principles felt right anymore.
Reading this person's blog was like looking at the world upside down. It's dizzying to recall something that never happened, with remorse, and to know that because of one bad call, someone else was living my life. As I saw the photos they posted, the smiles, the stories... all of it was familiar. The bike lanes, the diner, the piles of laundry, the railroad tracks. All of these memories I shouldn't have.
Have you ever looked up an old friend, or a town you moved away from, or an old love, only to be surprised by your own intense nostalgia? I recently found the blog of an acquaintance I'd lost touch with. Their life - every single aspect of it - was founded on principles that I'd long ago abandoned. I had no idea who I was then; all I knew was that I enjoyed this person immensely. Something felt natural and right; when we lost touch, none of those principles felt right anymore.
Reading this person's blog was like looking at the world upside down. It's dizzying to recall something that never happened, with remorse, and to know that because of one bad call, someone else was living my life. As I saw the photos they posted, the smiles, the stories... all of it was familiar. The bike lanes, the diner, the piles of laundry, the railroad tracks. All of these memories I shouldn't have.
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