Time, not Nostalgia

I saw Wilco last night. It was the first time they played in Chattanooga since we moved here. I also saw them at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville two years ago.

I first saw Wilco more than 20 years ago in Asheville NC after listening to their music for 10 years. I have seen them or members of the band perform all across North Carolina and even traveled to New York, Chicago, Washington DC, Pittsburgh and Denver to see them. I have lost count of the number of times I've seen them.

In this momentous year when my age hits another round number, it may seem like I am nostalgic for the past. It is more that so much time has passed and notable things happened 5 years ago (married Deborah), 10 years ago (climbed Kilimanjaro), 20 years ago (I started the blog that became another blog that eventually became this blog and my grandfather passed away).

I have a very distinct memory of lying in bed when I was kid and thinking, wow, I can't believe I am eight already. Little did that kid know what was ahead.

The act of remembering brings its own emotions that don't mean you wish you were back in that time. As the memories add up, it just seems that so much time has passed.