A Sort of Homecoming
Nov. 23rd, 2014 09:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darren_strangerHad a very pleasant afternoon at the Northcote Social Club today. It was nice to catch up with some fine company and good conversation, though i was sad to have to leave early (again) to make the trek back to Eastern Burbia and the usual pre-workweek chores.
One thing that did strike me though, being back in an inner suburb rock pub, was how familiar it still seems. Watching the crowd and bar staff, the clothes and tattoos, it felt like being back at the Empress ten years ago, or twenty years back at the Punters Club. After living in a different world for so long, it seemed odd to think that my old world still exists, seemingly the same as when i left it all those years ago.
No doubt, if i spent more time there i'd probably find plenty of ways in which things have changed, but today it was familiar enough to mess with my sense of time just a little.
One thing that did strike me though, being back in an inner suburb rock pub, was how familiar it still seems. Watching the crowd and bar staff, the clothes and tattoos, it felt like being back at the Empress ten years ago, or twenty years back at the Punters Club. After living in a different world for so long, it seemed odd to think that my old world still exists, seemingly the same as when i left it all those years ago.
No doubt, if i spent more time there i'd probably find plenty of ways in which things have changed, but today it was familiar enough to mess with my sense of time just a little.
