I’m originally from Southern California, where it might snow every 25 years and a movie crew might be filming on any given street. The military transferred me from left coast to right coast, and here I’ve been since except for a couple of visits over the years.
In August last year, I got a chance to go back to the left coast, this time to Las Vegas for a conference. I’m not into gambling, so I wandered around and saw everything. And despite all the unique and fun things on display in the streets, the one thing that brought me to a dead stop was a stand of palm trees framed against the deep blue sky.In that moment, I suddenly realized how much I missed seeing them, and I started snapping pictures like crazy to capture the palm trees. Other tourists must have thought I was nuts. But the palm trees reminded me of all the things I like about California — Hot summer days, with flies buzzing in the shade; buildings sharp against the turquoise blue skies; the smell of tar from the La Brea tar pits.
Sometimes memories can catch us off guard. What’s your accidental nostalgia for?