Loved that poem! Something like that happens to me with Taos. Though the town has not changed that much (only it is more crowded), whenever we visit, I feel like an outsider, after being so involved in the community for many years.
Nostalgia, to me, encompasses warm memories of the past. Returning to where the memories were formed is another thing. Time has marched on. Call it progress or the opposite.
The cherished places and treasured memories, those, you keep for yourself, tucked away in the dresser drawer in the attic of your mind. And share them with those who still remember and with those who may delight in hearing of them.
I’ve felt that disappointment in so many places I’ve gone back to visit, always wondering what I saw in them. Just wrote a poem about that not too long ago, as well. It’s never the same, but it helps you appreciate the way things are now.
I like the title and them of this poem, Frederick. I get nostalgic about the time I spend living in Korea. I remember some years ago having a conversation with a fellow expat who had lived in Korea. They had lived there as an expat on 2 separate occasions. He too felt that nostalgia. But he mentioned that the second time living there was a mistake as too much had changed. A different person the second time and definitely a different feeling to the place. Nostalgia’s Deception - well-said.
Loved that poem! Something like that happens to me with Taos. Though the town has not changed that much (only it is more crowded), whenever we visit, I feel like an outsider, after being so involved in the community for many years.
Nostalgia, to me, encompasses warm memories of the past. Returning to where the memories were formed is another thing. Time has marched on. Call it progress or the opposite.
The cherished places and treasured memories, those, you keep for yourself, tucked away in the dresser drawer in the attic of your mind. And share them with those who still remember and with those who may delight in hearing of them.
How beautiful!
I’ve felt that disappointment in so many places I’ve gone back to visit, always wondering what I saw in them. Just wrote a poem about that not too long ago, as well. It’s never the same, but it helps you appreciate the way things are now.
Indeed. You really can't go back again.
I like the title and them of this poem, Frederick. I get nostalgic about the time I spend living in Korea. I remember some years ago having a conversation with a fellow expat who had lived in Korea. They had lived there as an expat on 2 separate occasions. He too felt that nostalgia. But he mentioned that the second time living there was a mistake as too much had changed. A different person the second time and definitely a different feeling to the place. Nostalgia’s Deception - well-said.