I’ve never really understood the delight in nostalgia, in looking back over ‘the good old days’ of childhood/student days. Not that I didn’t enjoy those times, mind: mostly I did.
But I have always felt that the really good stuff was somehow just about to happen – next week, next month, next year.
Maybe this difference is due to the fact that essentially my state hasn’t changed – I’m still single, still responsible only for myself. I can still, at the age of 34, chuck in a job and disappear off to Australia without worrying about a partner’s job or a child’s education. I don’t have to look back to my days of being ‘young, free and single’.
In truth, I’m still looking forward to the day when I won’t be young, free and single. And in the meantime (and just in case) I’m going to carpe that diem.