Here's the author Jason Pargin riffing on the topic of nostalgia , and the key takeaways for him are that:

• Nostalgia is toxic because it is the intense grasping for something that is definitionally forever outside of your reach
• Nostalgia is a false rose-colored filter to view things through.

That said, I have a penchant for sentimentality, and fall victim to nostalgia at every given whim I get, especially when visiting my parents' house where I grew up.

I love to allow myself to be transported to the viewpoint of my younger self, which I feel I have lost some connection to.

I often find I was stronger and more worthy than I gave myself credit for.

If only I could properly translate that into the current moment, it would remove a lot of self-doubt that holds me back from living with confident authenticity.

Some places yea, Others no.

I made the mistake of feeling sentimental about places and thinking I could go back. I even did it, by myself, moving 2k miles away from family to return. Everywhere and everyone is constantly evolving. If you are not present and evolving with them, the sentiment is a cruel fallacy. The nostalgia is for a place AND time. Failure to see the role of time leads to a rough lesson.

But yeah I remember. The funny thing for me was driving the old roads. Even in places I was too young and never drove around myself, I have a knack for mapping places in my head. Driving those old roads brings back wild memories especially when I was only very young initially. I recall the map, but I feel oversized in a world intended for little people. It is the only time I have experienced that size dichotomy.

I'm only sentimental about my childhood home, and my parents still live there so I can relive those fond memories whenever I want. The area around it has changed a lot though, and it makes me feel a bit wistful thinking of how it used to be. I guess this is how you realise you're old.

I remember them all. I have fond memories of all of them.

On average I have moved once a year the past 11 years. I remember all of them, but am only nostalgic for my childhood home.

I have moved 14 times in 36 years, not including digs as a touring artist or artist-in-residence, or times where I practically lived at an ex's house.

My first 4 years were spent in a house I barely remenber. I have flashes of: biting a sofa as a toddler and it feeling weird, a family party where everyone was enjoying how much I loved bananas, and watching a rainstorm out of the big window.

Then ages 5-19 i lived in a small village surrounded by farms, rural footpaths with styes and gates - so I have a lot of memories of all sorts of life: from kids playing to being teens with nothing better to do, with sneaking away with partners to fool around in the long grass, to taking walks just to fun...

Over time the village got bigger, this field filled with giant dead logs we used to play on is now houses, some fields we walked across are now fenced in, and my parents retired and moved, so they sold the house and they completely remodeled it: changed the entrance, moved the bathrooms and the kitchen. So yes I feel nostalgic for that, but also change is inevitable so there are experiences lost to time like tears in the rain.

Then after that I've lived in big cities, which as I got older and more financially stable, meant i moved further in to the centers with more stuff to do and more trouble to get up to.

And then coming up on 2 years I bought this house where we plan to stay for a good long while.

After my stepdad died, I helped the hazmat crew clean out the house I grew up in, due to his extreme hoarding. Once the house was empty, I took a look around, just to see if I felt anything. All I felt was the loss of my family history, to the rats.

We just sold a house after living in it for 25 years. It's where we raised our kids. Before selling i was struggling a bit. The moving out process is exhausting and makes you just want to be done. We inherited a house that needs significant work. The remodeling of that is exciting and the proceeds from our house sale make it possible, so I'm not sad about it at all. My husband likes to drive by to criticize the new owners landscaping.

I've lived in 9 different states (US) and I'm only in my early 30s. Let me count the actual different addresses I've had... 19. And I didn't even count different college dorms as different addresses. I remember them all, but space and time are a blur. I don't really 'belong' anywhere any more, and I don't feel sentimental about any of them.

Edit: got bored and mapped it out. If I wanted to go on a road trip and visit all the different cities, it would be a ~5,500 mile (~8,850 km) trip, optimized for shortest path