Our still memories of youth may linger, but there is nothing around us but change.
I have touched on this before when I wrote about wanting to go back to Saudi Arabia.
The problem is, it will never be the same as it is in my memories.
How can it be?
- I am different.
- It is different.
- And all the people are gone.
I don’t know, I can see getting emotional about it.
Maybe I am more nostalgic about a time – than a place?
Maybe we all are?
The place of my origin had changed, and having gone away I had not changed with it. In my memory it stood as it once did and its outward appearance confused and angered me.
-John Steinbeck, Travels With Charley In Search Of America