nostalgia: a wistful desire to return in thought or in fact to a former time in one’s life, to one’s home or homeland, or to one’s family and friends; a sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time
I was revelling in nostalgia this afternoon. A friend came over to help me make some Chinese pastries, ones that I normally only make with my grandmother around Christmastime.
I can’t say that I miss Michigan as a whole, but I do miss aspects of it, such as rice flour fights with my grandmother. Coming up with crazy ideas for photos with Alyssa. My directors. The rest, the humidity, the fish flies, and that horrible accent, I can leave behind without looking back.
I’ve been nostalgic about other ideas lately as well. I think George Wildman Ball describes it perfectly. ”Nostalgia is a seductive liar.” Oh, it absolutely is.
“You were born inside of a raindrop. I watched you falling to your death.”
