What makes you feel nostalgic?
You never expect it—the way a few chords of a song or the smell of something sizzling in the kitchen can throw open a door straight into your past. Nostalgia sneaks in quietly like that. One moment, I’m focused on the day in front of me, and the next, I’m somewhere else entirely—caught between who I was and who I’ve become.
The Sound of Self-Discovery
For me, music is the quickest time machine. Just a few seconds of a song, and I’m back in the place where it first meant something.
When “Fix You” by Coldplay plays, I’m no longer folding laundry or driving home—I’m back in my college dorm room, freshman year. The lights were harsh, the walls thin, and life felt uncertain in that way it only does when you’re eighteen and still finding your place in the world. I’d wait for my roommate to leave, turn up the volume, and sing at the top of my lungs—no audience, no expectations, just a girl trying to make peace with herself, one verse at a time.
A Taste of Freedom
A few years later, life expanded far beyond that dorm room. When I taste pupusas, I’m taken back to my first time traveling internationally—a trip to San Salvador where I turned twenty-one. That birthday was wrapped in humidity, adventure, and the quiet thrill of doing something new and a little bit scary.
I remember sitting in a small open-air restaurant, watching the cook press pupusas by hand—pinto beans and cheese sealed inside dough, sizzling on the griddle. The first bite was simple but unforgettable: chewy, salty, rich, and alive with flavor. Maybe it tasted like freedom.
Or maybe it just marked the moment I realized how big the world really was.
Even now, I still try to recreate them at home. My husband doesn’t quite share the same fascination. They never taste exactly like they did that day. For me, they carry the rush of youth and discovery and the quiet joy of realizing how travel can stretch your sense of home.
A Song for the Road Ahead
Years later, nostalgia found me again. It was during a bittersweet season of change. It was wrapped in the opening chords of “Helplessness Blues” by Fleet Foxes. I can still see it clearly. Our Subaru Crosstrek was packed with the last of our things as we left what I used to call our “dream home”.
My husband drove ahead in another vehicle. I followed behind, six months pregnant with our daughter. Our three-year-old son was strapped into his car seat. He watched out the window, humming softly. The sky was that early-summer color somewhere between gray and blue. It was the kind that feels like an ellipsis instead of a period.
As we drove, I sang along for my son, voice steady, heart full. We’d listened to Fleet Foxes so often that summer. He had chosen his own favorite song, “Quiet Houses.” He adorably called it “the Meh-me-gah song.” That tiny mispronunciation still makes me smile. It’s one of those details you don’t realize will someday become its own memory.
If “Fix You” reminds me who I was becoming, “Helplessness Blues” reminds me how far I’d come and how much life can change when you’re not looking.
Laughter That Lasts
And then there’s “Jump Around.” That one doesn’t carry reflection—it’s pure, unfiltered joy. It takes me straight back to Camp Randall Stadium, surrounded by thousands of college students in a sea of red and white. We jumped in unison until the stands shook beneath our feet. Later, it made its way into every wedding of my college friends—ties loosened, heels kicked off, laughter spilling loud and unrestrained.
Every time that song comes on, I catch a glimpse of all those versions of me—young, hopeful, tired, happy—and somehow, they all still belong to each other.
Memory You Can Taste and Hear
Music and food both have that power—to transport, to remind, to reawaken. Each song and flavor brings back a different version of who I’ve been, like pages from a well-loved journal I never meant to write but somehow did through living.
Nostalgia reminds me that our lives are stitched together by these small, unforgettable moments—songs, tastes, and places that once felt ordinary but now glow quietly in memory. It isn’t just remembering; it’s re-feeling. Every sensory spark reveals how much of us we carry forward, even without realizing it.
Maybe that’s what nostalgia really is—not a longing for the past, but a gentle reminder that who we were still lives within who we are. And when it sneaks up on me, I don’t resist it. I just pause, smile, and let the moment wash over me—one note, one flavor, one heartbeat at a time.
What sparks nostalgia for you? A song, a recipe, a smell you can’t forget? I’d love to hear what brings your favorite memories rushing back—share your story in the comments below.
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