It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye
It's always a risk, going back, isn't it? I've found it always works better when it's unplanned, though, and you've not had time to reactivate too many memories and put conjoined expectations in place. Maybe you'll do it again in another decade or so.
We might do it sooner - although next time it'll be an excuse to have a girl's night 'away' rather than anything more 'symbolic'. I was surprised how trauma free it was - though that might have been because I was totally numb on the pain killers I was taking for the bad back!
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The dungarees! It's weird - your photos made me more nostalgic than I was when we were actually there! I'm glad your back is feeling better.
That's either the sepia tinting or proof that everything is better when it's finished happening?
That doesn't sound like wasting Southport at all!
I think it's because there didn't feel like there, if you know what I mean, although certain bits of the actual building (especially the stairs) did catapult me back in time for a few seconds, but for the most part the pictures I hold in my memory only vaguely resemble the reality.
I know exactly what you're talking about... a couple of years ago we slipped off the motorway on our way back from holiday, and half-by-accident found ourselves spending the afternoon in our Edge Hill, which happens to be Wolverhampton. The place had changed almost beyond recognition but that only served to make the bits that had stayed the same even more painfully nostalgic. I fully expected to meet my nineteen year old self shambling past me on the student union steps. I'm being quite serious when I say it took me a full week (and as it happens a four-part series of cathartic blog posts) to even partly get over the afternoon.
I think what I am saying is be thankful for those painkillers...
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