Steve liked to retrace his steps, 20-odd years after the fact. He鈥檇 return to the places he used to live, buildings where he used to work, classrooms he used to sit in. The flights could be expensive, but they always worked their magic.
The classrooms in Austin—they still had that specific soapy smell. The honeymoon duplex in San Francisco—had that tree always been there? The house of that girl he never asked out in Williamsburg—the air still felt the same. And the light.
Sometimes Steve laughed. Sometimes he鈥檇 have to sit down, collect his thoughts. Sometimes he wept.
Roy Dorman says
Good one, Robb. Nicely written. I can identify with Steve. i also like to visit places of my youth, but fortunately i don’t have the expense of flying. 馃檪
cascondaville says
Retracing the past, for me, is always filled with diverse emotions. Very nicely done!
dianne moritz says
I do the same! Wow, your story captures the experience brilliantly!!
Brian says
A sad and wonderful story.
Iqbal Hussain says
what a lovely, sad and nostalgic story.
Heather says
Nicely done. All the feels here. This hits home. I just visited my.former college campus.