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I Embrace Nostalgia

The gentle hum of life in our little town provided a rhythmic backdrop to my childhood, a melody so familiar, so intertwined with the essence of my being, that it’s almost impossible to separate the two. Streets paved with stories, every corner holding a memory, every nook a secret whisper from the past. I’ve journeyed far and wide in search of new experiences, but the heartstrings always play the same tune, tugging me back to where it all began.

The very essence of nostalgia is its intangibility. It’s like chasing the horizon, always just out of reach. It’s a yearning so profound, an emotion so raw, that it transcends time and space. But what I’ve learned over the years is that this yearning isn’t necessarily for the past itself, but for the version of me that existed within it. A version that saw the world with wide-eyed wonder, unburdened by the complexities of adulthood.

Every so often, I find myself standing outside my childhood home. Or I wander through the park where I had my playful beginnings, the trees now taller, the benches replaced, but the magic of that moment still lingering in the air. These places, while transformed, hold within them echoes of my past, silent witnesses to the still frames of my life.

While nostalgia’s pull is undeniable, I’ve learned not to let it overshadow my present. Instead, I use it as a compass, guiding me towards what truly matters. It reminds me to pause, to breathe in the beauty of the moment, to laugh a little louder, love a little deeper, and to cherish the fleeting nature of time.

As I’ve grown, so has my understanding of nostalgia. It isn’t just about reliving the glory days or mourning what’s gone. It’s a gentle nudge, a reminder that we are the sum of our experiences. That every tear, every laugh line, every scar, tells a story. It’s about finding beauty in the journey, even if the path isn’t always clear.

Today, as I stand at the crossroads of life, with memories from the past and dreams for the future, I embrace nostalgia. Not as a painful reminder of what’s gone, but as a celebration of what was, what is, and what’s yet to come. It’s a bridge between my past and present, a dance between shadows and light. For in the end, nostalgia is not just a feeling you can’t get back, but a testament to a life beautifully lived, and the most beautiful pain I’ve ever known.

August 11, 2023


It’s been three decades, a vast stretch of time, since I first felt the summer breeze of that camp, nestled amidst towering pines and serene lakes. The tents, the bonfires, and the starry nights have woven their way into the fabric of my memories. Yet, intertwined with these are feelings of detachment, of being the odd one out in a place that promised unity and friendship.

That summer in 1991 was a myriad of contrasts. On one hand, the natural beauty and freedom were like a balm to the soul. The mornings painted with hues of orange and pink, the lullabies of crickets, and the shimmering lakes reflected a world so pure and inviting. But amid this idyllic backdrop, a profound loneliness found its way into my heart.

It wasn’t that I didn’t try to belong. I threw myself into every activity, tried to strike conversations, and even attempted to laugh at jokes I didn’t quite understand. But the more I tried, the more the chasm of disconnect seemed to widen. The camp, which was a haven of memories for many, became a mirror for me, reflecting my deepest insecurities.

The campers with whom I shared my days and nights, do they still recall my name? Do they remember the girl who often sat at the edge, watching, listening, but rarely speaking? The truth is, memories, like sands of time, have a way of slipping through our grasp. And while some memories etch themselves into our being, others fade, leaving behind only faint traces.

Yet, over the years, I’ve come to understand that my journey at that camp was essential. Those weeks of solitude among a crowd pushed me to introspect. They led me to question, to seek, and ultimately to understand that the essence of belonging doesn’t always come from being a part of something. Sometimes, it’s about understanding oneself.

Today, as a woman who has lived, loved, and lost, I often find myself creating spaces for others. Perhaps it’s my way of ensuring that no one feels the isolation I once did. Whether it’s in my home, at my workplace, or in community gatherings, I strive to ensure inclusivity. Because while the sting of that summer remains, it has birthed in me a compassion and a purpose.

Looking back, I now see that my seemingly invisible footprints at that camp were not in vain. They were a testament to a journey of self-discovery. A journey that taught me that while we might sometimes feel lost in life, each of us, in our unique way, contributes to the beautiful human condition that is society.

August 12, 2023

6 Comments

  • mydangblog

    I don’t live too far away from the place I grew up and once in a while, I’ll drive past my old house, or the place where my grandmother lived. It’s a strange feeling, nostalgia, kind of happy and sad at the same time, although for me, it was mostly sad–my childhood wasn’t very happy. I’m fortunate that, as an adult, it’s been much better. 🙂

    • Thomas Slatin

      Growing up, I too faced immense challenges. My father could never quite accept me because I was a girl, not the son he had yearned for. Summers at camp became my refuge. Though I cherished the times and even returned as a staff member, I often felt like an outsider as friendships solidified into exclusive groups that didn’t have room for me. But when I reached 40, everything changed. I chose to start anew, relocating to a place where only the love of my life, Amelia, knew me. Today, I can say with utter certainty that I’ve never felt such profound freedom and joy. 🙂

  • Andrea Frisch-Hara

    This is really a stunningly, beautiful piece! Thank you so much for putting into words, that which is so often felt but hard to articulate. And I really appreciate the positivity in it. I am so very fond of your mother. I hope I get to meet you and Amelia one day. All best.❤️

    • Thomas Slatin

      I hold onto the hope that the stars will align and our paths will cross, and Amelia and I will get the chance to meet the person. Until then, thank you for your kind words. Wishing you all the beauty the world has to offer.

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