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December 07, 2006


I hate my old home town, but I still have fond memories of it. I cant find any other way than what you said to explain that.

I so relate to that ... and what's weird is that I have those emotions for any place I've lived in for a significant time - so while Nottingham will always be my HOME, there's places now in Sydney, NYC and Singapore that also have [or will have] a similar impression on me when/if I go back.

Not only that, but I get a similar sense of loss [if that's the right word, which I think it is but not always in a depressive way] when I see people in the street who resemble my Dad who died almost 8 years ago. Infact I was going to write about this ages ago and now you've inspired me to do it.

Well said ...

Blimey, that puts it in perspective. There's me going on about missing Mum and Dad when they're only six hours away. Sorry to hear about your Dad, really.

I relate to that - and I live at home with my mum, but whenever I go past our old flat (it's in the same town) I get that feeling. I lived in Japan for two years and I still get homesick for the place and I find that really strange, but I do.

Ok, got to get off the computer the cat is eyeing up my hands as I type - he's going to attack.

Haha ... don't think I'm a suicidal old sod, it's just a natural [at least I hope it's natural, ha]feeling of loss that isn't just about sadness but also happiness, love, warmth and at certain times, frustration - because I'd love him to be involved in what I am doing, what I have done and what I am thinking. He was always clever at telling me I was wrong, haha

I was born in Southampton, England. My home is Munich, Germay.

The sadness of nostalgia... I used to spend my holidays in a small Merseyside town with my grandparents, in the house that my father and uncle were brought up. When the last of them died, I simply couldn't bear the thought of visiting the town, let alone driving past the front door. Maybe it's a Northern thing.

Rob, one of the greatest joys of growing up is being able to have a proper conversation with Dad. He's thrilled we can talk about grown up things now, and I'm glad I've someone wiser than me to get advice from. If only i'd listened to him sooner.
Mr Chimps, I can't drink tetley bitter without thinking about grandad who used to look after the shire horses. Northerners are softies after all...

Just wanted to say thanks for inspiring me about this sort of thing on my blog. Bit depressing - but today I'm allowed to be.

Hope all is well - and Bazza doesn't look he'll be able to come to your summit, he's stuck in Laaaaandan Town.

Rob I've read your post and I don't know what to say, except thanks for sharing. Really.

Sorry about Bazza, hope he enjoys his shandy.

Sorry it's depressing, just had to get it out. Bazza has just called, he's hating everything about England so maybe it's a blessing, ha!

Way to go, Purcellville! I have a sister who moved there 4 years ago, and she was impressed with how "green conscious" this country town is. She also mentioned that the "powers that be" do a great job of educating the residents and providing community support for their programs.

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