by thephfactor » Tue Dec 23, 2014 4:34 am
A thing I'm nostalgic about is smells. Every once in a while I'll be in my parents house and smell what it used to smell like when we first bought it in one small town, before we moved it on a truck to it's current location. The smell always gives me a taste of the weird, exciting feeling that I had around that time, and I'll sort of remember the kinds of things that I agonized, thrilled, and yearned for.
Another thing I'm nostalgic about is the car trips we took when I was a kid. The longest by far was Nebraska to California. I remember being really sleepy and waking up, and we've stopped, and it's fucking Utah or something, and it's a motel. And you get out and the air is still and cold and even though you're sleepy you really feel it. There's also a feeling I get in a car trip when it's late at night and your entire family is in the car and you can't really see too far ahead of you, and you are tired, but not really sleepy. And you feel completely at peace, something about the independence, the fact that you're all together and moving together, it's hard to explain. It's a theme that echoes around in my dreams, too. If it's a nightmare, the nightmare ends when I somehow manage to get the family together, get in the car, and get moving. It doesn't matter where we're going, but if we're together, moving, I can finally go to sleep again.
I'm a creature driven and derided by nostalgia. I like the titular Franky Ocean record better than Channel Orange, and that Mad Men scene almost brings me to tears.