Some places yea, Others no.
Same.
I made the mistake of feeling sentimental about places and thinking I could go back. I even did it, by myself, moving 2k miles away from family to return. Everywhere and everyone is constantly evolving. If you are not present and evolving with them, the sentiment is a cruel fallacy. The nostalgia is for a place AND time. Failure to see the role of time leads to a rough lesson.
But yeah I remember. The funny thing for me was driving the old roads. Even in places I was too young and never drove around myself, I have a knack for mapping places in my head. Driving those old roads brings back wild memories especially when I was only very young initially. I recall the map, but I feel oversized in a world intended for little people. It is the only time I have experienced that size dichotomy.
“No man ever steps in the same river twice”. Everything flows.
Similarly, impermanence is a fundamental aspect of reality, and fighting it ultimately results in feeling things are unsatisfactory in some way.
I remember them all. I have fond memories of all of them.
Here’s the author Jason Pargin riffing on the topic of nostalgia , and the key takeaways for him are that:
- Nostalgia is toxic because it is the intense grasping for something that is definitionally forever outside of your reach
- Nostalgia is a false rose-colored filter to view things through.
That said, I have a penchant for sentimentality, and fall victim to nostalgia at every given whim I get, especially when visiting my parents’ house where I grew up.
I love to allow myself to be transported to the viewpoint of my younger self, which I feel I have lost some connection to.
I often find I was stronger and more worthy than I gave myself credit for.
If only I could properly translate that into the current moment, it would remove a lot of self-doubt that holds me back from living with confident authenticity.
It’s weird seeing his name written out. I still stumble with not calling him David Wong.
Holy smokes! I see his online persona so often that I forgot he had a pen name!
we had to sell my childhood house because it was going to be foreclosed otherwise. Barely even a week after my dad’s death. I’ve broken down every time I’ve tried to look at the place again, in person or through street view. I just want my home back.
I’m on my 23rd adress now (spread over 6 towns/cities). I have memories attached to each of the places, both good and bad I remember most of the addresses. I’ve had a pretty chaotic life but am mostly done with that now. I might move again in a few years but for now I’m settled.
I do remember. I don’t miss it. Always moved to a place that suited me better, often after a year or so of my circumstances changing so I’ve got time to get annoyed with my living conditions where I moved from
Still remembering yes, being sentimental no.
Remember them: yes.
Feel anything: it is usually a particular event or something that causes me to bring them to mind, so any feelings will be more tied to the event that caused the memory than the place itself - and that could be good, bad or just unusual. I don’t think that I have ever had reason to look at street views of any of them.
Sentimental: not in general. They all had good points and not so good. I enjoyed living in them most of the time, but I enjoy where I am now too.
The closest to sentimental would be when I spent a night at one of the old places some years later. I used to live on site for work, but my role changed. No-one lives there now. It is used for meetings and storage etc, but someone will occasionally sleep-over for one reason or another, as I did on this occasion. That evening I felt like a ghost haunting my own past.
I remember every single place I’ve lived in (over a dozen) and remember the address of most of them; the ones I don’t I can look up quite easily
I do feel quite sentimental about two specific places (ironically the two “worst” places I’ve lived in), not much with most others; one I almost hate with a passion
Hey it’s you again.
I remember when I used to live Guangzhou. I used Baidu Street View to see it.
Can’t even see like the actual front of the building, its down some alleyway. The baidu car thing that recorded the street view can only go so far.
Its the same place I had a traumatic memory in. lol
I feel very emotional about that place. Its a scar in my memories.
On average I have moved once a year the past 11 years. I remember all of them, but am only nostalgic for my childhood home.
Yes, but my memory is not the best for anything not word-based. And I guess I feel a certain amount of nostalgia? I’m glad I was there when I was, and I’m also glad to be where I am today. Finally, I’m a sentimental guy in general but I don’t think I feel that intensely about places. 👍
Yes, very sentimental about the memories created in those places.
I’ve lived in 9 different states (US) and I’m only in my early 30s. Let me count the actual different addresses I’ve had… 19. And I didn’t even count different college dorms as different addresses. I remember them all, but space and time are a blur. I don’t really ‘belong’ anywhere any more, and I don’t feel sentimental about any of them.
Edit: got bored and mapped it out. If I wanted to go on a road trip and visit all the different cities, it would be a ~5,500 mile (~8,850 km) trip, optimized for shortest path
I tried counting, and I think I’ve lived in 20+ places. Only 4 during college, so I’ve just always moved frequently.
I remember everywhere other than the place where I was a baby, which I remember in bits and pieces, but didn’t recognize from streetview. There’s only that house and the one after it when I was like ages 2-4 that I would want to go back to out of curiosity. The houses felt so huge, and I’m sure they were tiny. Seeing them in streetview is more like teasing a mystery than bringing up memories.
Other than that, I only look at places out of curiosity of how they’ve changed. Places don’t really hold a ton of significance once they become functionally unattached to the emotional arc of one’s life.
