No, nostalgia doesn’t mean you’re stuck in the past.
The morning smells like cut grass and sun cream. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but somehow you’re transported back to the last day of school, six weeks of sunny possibility stretching out ahead. It feels like days spent lying on hot trampolines, fingers grazing fresh daisies, letting your hands get sticky from melting ice lollies. As you walk to work, your heart swells with excitement for a six-week holiday that isn’t coming, a yearning feeling that tugs you back into a vague jumble of childhood memories.