12.05.2002
ELWYN AVENUE
That would be the street my parents' house sat on. 213 Elwyn Ave. to be precise. I spent my first 20+ years in that house. I moved out of it for good in 1992 when I rented my first apartment. In 1993 my folks sold it and moved to Las Vegas (god bless my cool parents for picking such a sweet locale for retirement). Strangely in the time since they sold it I have gone back to the old neighborhood a total of twice. Both times it was just a drive by, both times, i gave a pretty cursory glance at the state of things and drove on. I have mostly good memories from growing up in that house, in that neighborhood. Strangely I have no nostalgia for the place. Both times I have gone my the place it has done absolutely nothing to stir memories good or bad. That's not to say that I don't have memories, it's just that being in close proximity to it doesn't generate them. I can remember so much about the place in such vivid detail, that to try and describe it would be an exercise in futility, as I would surely leave out key features. I'm going back to Pittsburgh for The New Year Holiday, and I always ask myself if I am going to swing by the old home for a look see. I usually either dismiss the idea outright, or simply get distracted by other activities. Still I find myself pondering the question yeat again, and have yet to decide.
go and tell me all about it
That would be the street my parents' house sat on. 213 Elwyn Ave. to be precise. I spent my first 20+ years in that house. I moved out of it for good in 1992 when I rented my first apartment. In 1993 my folks sold it and moved to Las Vegas (god bless my cool parents for picking such a sweet locale for retirement). Strangely in the time since they sold it I have gone back to the old neighborhood a total of twice. Both times it was just a drive by, both times, i gave a pretty cursory glance at the state of things and drove on. I have mostly good memories from growing up in that house, in that neighborhood. Strangely I have no nostalgia for the place. Both times I have gone my the place it has done absolutely nothing to stir memories good or bad. That's not to say that I don't have memories, it's just that being in close proximity to it doesn't generate them. I can remember so much about the place in such vivid detail, that to try and describe it would be an exercise in futility, as I would surely leave out key features. I'm going back to Pittsburgh for The New Year Holiday, and I always ask myself if I am going to swing by the old home for a look see. I usually either dismiss the idea outright, or simply get distracted by other activities. Still I find myself pondering the question yeat again, and have yet to decide.
go and tell me all about it
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