I just love it. Re-watching kids movies, visiting places you once knew so well or loved so very much, eating or smelling something that you loved or that someone you know gave you or smelt of. Look, it's hard to explain, but I think you get the idea . I love nostalgia. It can be sad, in a way, but it dredges up a lot of happy memories that you might have forgotten.
For those clever ones out there, my name is Welsh for the smiling basket. Why? Well, a basket is a vessel that appears stable. In fact, it is tightly wound, rarely reveals weakness and is widely accepted not to smile; that's me. I intend to, through this blog, unwind, release my load and smile, hopefully bringing strangers on the joy ride with me. So friends, I am setting out on a journey, and I hope to see you at the other end.
Sunday, 21 April 2013
0088: BEING NOSTALGIC
I just love it. Re-watching kids movies, visiting places you once knew so well or loved so very much, eating or smelling something that you loved or that someone you know gave you or smelt of. Look, it's hard to explain, but I think you get the idea . I love nostalgia. It can be sad, in a way, but it dredges up a lot of happy memories that you might have forgotten.
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