Homesickness Part I
This is the thing with homesickness. It hits you at the most unexpected times, triggered by the weirdest things.
As I was researching some St. Nicholas sites, I come acrross this one and then in particular about St. Nikolaus on the Danube and there at the end of the site, way below is a picture of an old stamp. And then there it is. I don't know what triggered it, maybe the font... Flashbacks to being 9 and in Volksschule. The sounds of the train. Reading boring schoolbooks on a late winter afternoon. Going to piano lessons afterwards.
All from a random stamp. Don't ask, it really doesn't make sense.
Posted at 08:29 AM on December 03, 2004
Makes complete sense to me, and especially around the holidays. The oddest things make me nostalgic for places and people--usually certain scents, but anything can trigger it.
I was about to say the same thing about scents.I hate homesickness. I hate the fact that even if I could get back to the place I miss that feels like a big hole inside, I would not be there. I won't be in that same stage of life. But hey, to quote Billy Joel:
"The good ole days weren't always so good and tomorrow ain't as bad as it seems."
Oh I so understand ... I get hit with it at the weirdest times too and the strangest things can trigger it. And once I am hit with it there is no going back. I usually spend the rest of the day/evening remembering certain things and surrounding myself with Austrian things.... check out this link to one of my posts http://hannasworld.typepad.com/journal/2004/08/sunday_night_no.html
Hope we can get together soon again.
Liebe Dinka!
Ich verstehe Dich total. Ich habe zum Beispiel mit 8 Jahren Briefmarken gesammelt, die alle diese Schriftart hatten...
Ist nicht immer einfach, ein Globetrotter zu sein...
Bussis,
Stephanie