Nostalgia
Almost every day since moving back to NY, I have been pleasantly surprised to see or hear something that I never really knew I missed when I moved to Rhode Island. I'm often surprised by these moments of nostalgia, but never unhappy that they occurred! Here are some examples.
On my first day of my new job, I drove along the same road that I used to drive when I'd go to college. As I drove & looked around at all of the familiar sights along the way, I had my favorite local radio station playing in the background. Even though commercials were on, I was happy to be hearing ads for local restaurants, events, etc., because each ad was in some way familiar to me. Without realizing it, I began to sing along to the ad for a local law firm that has one of those very catchy phone-number jingles. Well, since I last lived here, their phone number changed, and I was quite upset when I realized that I was belting out the phone number of year's past.
On another occasion, my sister and I took a quick trip to our local grocery store, and on the way there we passed the bowling alley. Outside, displayed proudly, was a "Tuesday Night Dollar Bowling" ad. For nearly a year, my dad, sister, and (then) boyfriend would go dollar bowling and attempt to polish our on-existent skills. Given the radio commercial phone number incident, it was nice to see that some things never change.
In Rhode Island, I knew no lawyer's phone number (jingle or otherwise) & I did not go dollar bowling with my family every week. But worst of all, I always felt somewhat out of place, because I knew that I was not in a place that I felt truly comfortable calling "home."
There are countless other examples of familiar moments that I've experienced over the past month, but I don't think that this feeling of comfort will ever get old.
On my first day of my new job, I drove along the same road that I used to drive when I'd go to college. As I drove & looked around at all of the familiar sights along the way, I had my favorite local radio station playing in the background. Even though commercials were on, I was happy to be hearing ads for local restaurants, events, etc., because each ad was in some way familiar to me. Without realizing it, I began to sing along to the ad for a local law firm that has one of those very catchy phone-number jingles. Well, since I last lived here, their phone number changed, and I was quite upset when I realized that I was belting out the phone number of year's past.
On another occasion, my sister and I took a quick trip to our local grocery store, and on the way there we passed the bowling alley. Outside, displayed proudly, was a "Tuesday Night Dollar Bowling" ad. For nearly a year, my dad, sister, and (then) boyfriend would go dollar bowling and attempt to polish our on-existent skills. Given the radio commercial phone number incident, it was nice to see that some things never change.
In Rhode Island, I knew no lawyer's phone number (jingle or otherwise) & I did not go dollar bowling with my family every week. But worst of all, I always felt somewhat out of place, because I knew that I was not in a place that I felt truly comfortable calling "home."
There are countless other examples of familiar moments that I've experienced over the past month, but I don't think that this feeling of comfort will ever get old.
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