This is not nostalgia (Chapel Hill 2008)
May. 29th, 2008 08:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rsadelleI'm writing this from Chapel Hill, where I'm visiting ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
archivecats (and her two cats) for a few days. She had an on-campus appointment yesterday, and I spent the time wandering around UNC. After only a few moments of walking uphill in the rain (I did have an umbrella), I had to marvel at my college-age self: I must have had incredibly tough legs and feet. On the other hand, I'm not sore today (or at least not yet), so maybe my college self wasn't in that much better shape than my today self.
Walking around the campus was interesting. I recognized things in an "I remember this, I know where I am" kind of way, but without any emotional attachment. I was curious about changes - the bookstore is totally different, Franklin Street businesses have changed, and when I looked up at the window that used to be mine, I discovered they've done away with the window unit air conditioners in that building - but not attached to anything. I wonder about that. Is it because it's been six years and I haven't even seen pictures of the campus since then to strengthen my attachment to it? Is it because I've learned to let go in the past few years? Is it because the campus didn't hold that much of me even when I was here?
I think that I should be sad or disappointed about not feeling some intense emotion about the place I spent four years of my life, but I just don't, and I'm going to be okay with that.
archivecats (and her two cats) for a few days. She had an on-campus appointment yesterday, and I spent the time wandering around UNC. After only a few moments of walking uphill in the rain (I did have an umbrella), I had to marvel at my college-age self: I must have had incredibly tough legs and feet. On the other hand, I'm not sore today (or at least not yet), so maybe my college self wasn't in that much better shape than my today self.Walking around the campus was interesting. I recognized things in an "I remember this, I know where I am" kind of way, but without any emotional attachment. I was curious about changes - the bookstore is totally different, Franklin Street businesses have changed, and when I looked up at the window that used to be mine, I discovered they've done away with the window unit air conditioners in that building - but not attached to anything. I wonder about that. Is it because it's been six years and I haven't even seen pictures of the campus since then to strengthen my attachment to it? Is it because I've learned to let go in the past few years? Is it because the campus didn't hold that much of me even when I was here?
I think that I should be sad or disappointed about not feeling some intense emotion about the place I spent four years of my life, but I just don't, and I'm going to be okay with that.