Summer Friday - time zones
I'm at a long meeting in a conference room overlooking the grounds of my high school. This happened last year too, so being here is a weird mixture of nostalgia and déjà-vu-nostalgia (”I already had this nostalgia”).
Walking around the Stanford campus earlier this week, I felt firmly in the current day. Because I was never there as a student, it's in the modern time zone for me. But near my high school the time zone bends - somewhere nearby it's thirty years ago, and all the sights and smells remind me of what it was like then.
Because I went to the same place for law school and college, I had this time zone feeling almost daily. Just crossing the street from the law school to the undergraduate campus made me think that I had returned to my past. Things seemed a little slower and out of focus, just slightly. I guess that's sensory nostalgia.
Here, next to the high school, life is better now than it was then. The pier nearby is all cleaned up - there's a really good rollercoaster (small) and a restaurant on the end where there used to be nothing. I'm still doing the same things I did then, but it's more fun. There are different worries, but I can get on a plane whenever I want and go somewhere else.
It's been a long week. Have a nice weekend, whatever time zone you're in.
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