tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290662.post6217533272741799897..comments2023-09-30T09:16:13.423-07:00Comments on Point Pleasant: On Turning FaustusJDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17406757121672582364noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290662.post-59815533619074718962011-02-08T11:20:47.518-08:002011-02-08T11:20:47.518-08:00Oh yes, I agree that it's different for those ...Oh yes, I agree that it's different for those who stayed away (somewhere or another) vs. those who returned. I am confronted by "pre-Newbold life" whenever I return to Florida or somewhere else on the east coast. I used to find it frustrating and exhausting--the lack of common ground, the resentment of my "betrayal" of my roots, etc.--but I think both my and others' edges have softened a little bit, so it's not such a rough ride these days. That, and the older I get, the more I am able to be nostalgic about the past, rather than struggling against it. Again, probably the luxury of one who doesn't bump into the "past" every time I go to the grocery store...Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15905558240544524224noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290662.post-73684971817182117442011-02-07T19:03:39.839-08:002011-02-07T19:03:39.839-08:00You make a good point, Amanda. I don't regret...You make a good point, Amanda. I don't regret anything. I think it's a little different for me because I live back in Portland--the hometown that I left--rather than somewhere further away. This causes me to both confront the pre-Newbold life on a pretty regular basis and have to practice the post-Newbold knowledge at the same time. Thanks for reading--and for the birthday wishes.JDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17406757121672582364noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19290662.post-11255321339818384232011-02-07T12:51:19.419-08:002011-02-07T12:51:19.419-08:00JD, I literally have goose bumps. It is so intere...JD, I literally have goose bumps. It is so interesting to read your musings on the transforming adventure of experiencing other cultures that many of us enjoyed at that impressionable age. How lucky, lucky, lucky we were, I have always felt. Immature, sure. Naive, absolutely. But we did it. While everyone else went to Hamilton Place Mall on a Saturday night, we went to London. I don't know any more what wild notion it was that was ENOUGH to push me out of that same protective shell, but every day I'm grateful that I made the leap. Wasn't it fun? I'm glad to have shared a bit of it with you. Happy birthday, old friend.Amandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15905558240544524224noreply@blogger.com