Recently coming back from Austin, a city that was so near and dear to my heart for so many years, I left with a pretty empty feeling, and was reminded of Death Cab for Cutie's song below.
I have fought with the idea that I left too soon, and not early enough to both prolong and prevent certain aspects of my life that Austin both fed and fed off of.
Cities are strange, and I have so many strange affinities for many of them around the world. Some I want to embrace, others I am intrigued by, but only superficially, and some I am down right intimidated and in awe of.
With Austin, it feels so provincial, and that can be comforting, but also disconcerting. Going to the same coffee house and seeing the EXACT same people as from 20 years ago is great, but also creepy.
I leave Austin each time with less nostalgia and more analgesia. You just don't move me any more, baby. I love you, but, our time has passed.
So, I guess, now, I am, sadly enough, when returning to Austin, a Tourist...sadly.
I have fought with the idea that I left too soon, and not early enough to both prolong and prevent certain aspects of my life that Austin both fed and fed off of.
Cities are strange, and I have so many strange affinities for many of them around the world. Some I want to embrace, others I am intrigued by, but only superficially, and some I am down right intimidated and in awe of.
With Austin, it feels so provincial, and that can be comforting, but also disconcerting. Going to the same coffee house and seeing the EXACT same people as from 20 years ago is great, but also creepy.
I leave Austin each time with less nostalgia and more analgesia. You just don't move me any more, baby. I love you, but, our time has passed.
So, I guess, now, I am, sadly enough, when returning to Austin, a Tourist...sadly.
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