Went back to Kendal in the Lake District recently. I lived there for 10 years, left 17 years ago and haven’t been back for about 10-12 years (here's me in Kendal Amateur Dramatic Society in 'No Sex Please We're British! LOL).
I found myself having a nostalgia fest. “Ooo, there’s the leisure centre. I’d
forgotten there was a leisure centre. I saw the Chippendales there.”
“Oh, here’s the college. I did an English course there.”
And so on.
The reason for going was to visit friends, some of which I hadn’t seen for over a decade, and that was fabulous.
At the same time, it was a very surreal experience. The closest analogy is going back in a time machine to a place you knew in the past. Whilst it was exciting on the one hand, I knew instinctively that I was out of sync with my own time. Almost like I was intruding on my old life as I was a very different person then having grown so much in confident since then.
I don’t know if that makes sense, but to summarise, it was very nostalgic as well as being surreal.