We Can Never Go Back to Manderley Again

Last night, I dreamt I went to Manderley again. #

I went back to my college, for only the third time since leaving it more than five years ago.

It was the same. I parked where I always used to park, walked up the same steps, past the labs where I spent many nights working on code while listening to the White Album.

But it was different. People looked much younger than I recall.

There’s another college, in another town, that I left almost nine years ago.

Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me..”

Though “beautiful” and “pleasant” are probably overstatements. I’ve been back there too, about three times since leaving it nine years ago.

We can never go back to Manderley again. #

You can go back to a place, but you really miss the time.


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