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old places, new experiences
Sep. 5th, 2011 09:02 amJust got back from a weekend in Torquay.
Usually "Torquay" for me means one particular house, with lots of cousins and second-cousins, Christmas dinner, using the swing, climbing trees, and playing cricket in the park.
This time, however, instead of being at my great-aunt's for Christmas, I was at a caravan park for a short holiday with the boyfriend's family. It was... weird. Torquay, but not "Torquay".
It's funny how places can become so associated with specific things in your mind that you completely forget the fact that they don't just exist for that one thing. That there's a whole town there, not just one house. And it doesn't just exist in December...
Usually "Torquay" for me means one particular house, with lots of cousins and second-cousins, Christmas dinner, using the swing, climbing trees, and playing cricket in the park.
This time, however, instead of being at my great-aunt's for Christmas, I was at a caravan park for a short holiday with the boyfriend's family. It was... weird. Torquay, but not "Torquay".
It's funny how places can become so associated with specific things in your mind that you completely forget the fact that they don't just exist for that one thing. That there's a whole town there, not just one house. And it doesn't just exist in December...