This week was not wasted. I went on a ‘solo trip’ to Bristol, London and Brighton to meet some family and old friends and it made me feel nostalgic. In these trips, I didn’t look to do massively interesting touristy things. It was more for myself and reminding myself of the memories I have. Even when it was having a Kill Bill marathon while eating street food or simply sitting on the beach catching up, the nostalgia was unavoidable.
It was a great time of the year to travel, and it was fascinating to see how individual journeys can converge with others’ and then diverge a moment later. With my friends, in that overlap of time there are so many invaluable memories and life lessons I carried with me, and have since not let go of.
Our memories and experiences shape who we are, and once we create new ones with or without the same people, that’s what makes us so unique.
If you’re smiling when you’re talking about an old memory, don’t let go of it.