Love this topic. I'm a nostalgic person and often will revisit places on Google Streetview where I lived or worked.
Coincidentally though, I went for a walk yesterday in Glamorgan, the first neighbourhood I lived in when I moved to Canada. Actually kind of a powerful nostalgic experience as I retraced steps I took almost 20 years ago walking to the park or to Westhills.
My mam still lives in the house we grew up in back in Dublin. I only get to go back every few years and it's always a strange experience. The house always felt bigger when I was growing up there, but then I had nothing else to compare it to. Now it feels cramped. My wife and I sleep in the bedroom I shared with my brother as young kids and I have no idea how we had two beds in there and what felt like lots of space to play. It'll be very strange when my mam dies (besides the obvious reasons) and the house will be lived in by complete strangers (we were the first occupants when it was built 40 years ago)
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