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March 12, 2013

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I had the same weird thing happen last June in sf. I had to sew the different neighborhoods back together in my mind as I drove. I found myself several times driving aimlessly in one direction until I could remember what to do next. So weird. Even though I grew up in and near sf for 39 years, it somehow feels like a "different" place to me now. Didn't expect to ever feel that. I always thought I'd be a San Franciscan my whole life at least in my heart. Maybe it's just all that lack of sleep from morherhood! Anyway have a good trip! San Francisco obviously loves you to pieces.

I think this happens to most people, and in a disturbingly short period of time. I went back to Ocean Springs, MS, after only a few years and had trouble finding my way around, and at the time it was only a little town of about 20,000 people. Folks there would talk about streets and hangouts that I should have had burned into my very DNA, yet I'd be fairly clueless.

Perhaps it happens to those of us who tend to look ahead rather than being mired in the past? I'm not sure, but that's my theory and I'm sticking to it.

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