After blithely posting my Google Earth pictures of the US, I had a proper explore for the first time. It's incredible. Truly awe inspiring. I'm probably late on this. But I'm a late fan.
And nothing prepared me for how moving it is, looking for places that once meant something to you, that still do, or that might one day. Flying from one to the other. Like looking through old diaries.
It surprised me what I ended up looking for.
The house where I was born.

Dad's old house.

First school.

Sixth form college.

Mis(well)spent teens at the Blue Mountain club.

Mum's house. (Urban's better than rural).

Where I stayed when I first lived in New York. The Gershwin. Not The Museum of Sex.

My grandfather's house, with someone else in it now.

Where I lived in France.

Where I met Matt.
A strange mixture of emotions, about which I'm ambivalent. But I'm also shocked. There's also something here about changing your mental map. I don't think of places geographically. Not certain that I want to. But to fly like this to an old place that you just stored in your head is a weird thing. I imagine this is a bit how people felt when telephones were invented. Disconcerted. Discombobulated.
And I thought it was just a big old map. Well worth having a look round if you haven't.
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