nostalgia

An old college friend came all the way uptown to the Columbia neighborhood after work one evening last week to meet me for dinner. It turns out she hadn't been up here since graduating more than a decade ago, and we talked a little about the weirdness of coming back. It didn't really strike me until later how odd it is to live in a city so big, so sprawling, that one can be nostalgic for it, or fragments of it, without ever leaving.