A Sense of Nostalgia
I think with all the time we have now to recollect in this period of solitude I’ve personally been thinking a lot about my childhood memories. Since I am feeling nostalgic, and desperately looking for a means of escape, I’d figure I’d talk about my early childhood memories. One of the earliest memories I’ve had was when I was two or three and my mom and I were in New York. We were staying with my Grandpa at the time and I remember it was late at night. We were plopped and sprawled out in front of the tv on a little cot and we were drinking Tamarind juice. That’s really all I remember and it’s my only claim to saying I’ve been to New York. While this memory isn’t significant in any way, it’s one of my favorites. Growing up though, I’ve been very fortunate to have been able to travel outside of Colorado. One of the most consistent memories that is subsequently associated with a particular smell was every time I went to the beach in California. I’ve mentioned multiple times throughout my columns that I am absolutely terrified of the ocean. I’m not getting into that again but any time I think about the ocean the first thing that I think of is the smell of sea salt in the air. It’s one of my favorite scents and every time I feel like I can taste it. Any memories I have associated with the ocean have always been near and dear to my heart because I don’t have the opportunity to see it everyday but also it really established my love hate relationship for the ocean. Like many of you, I could write essays about my childhood memories but these ones have always stuck with me and have been both bittersweet and melancholy. There’s no lesson or final message I wanted to leave you all with, I simply had a sense of nostalgia that I wanted to share with you. A little chit chat because I feel like that’s what we all need.