nostalgia

I’m 23 tomorrow… feels weird putting it into the universe after trying not to think about it all year. I am definitely not where I thought I’d be as I turn another year older.

Empty classrooms / Green trees at exactly noon / Music we all heard that one time / All of the above combined / Into the perfect moment.

As one continues in their college career, it is natural to grow a bittersweet relationship with their hometown. I feel so naturally at home but simultaneously the ghost of my youth — who I used to be taunts me. 

Waterhouse’s sold-out show at August Hall marked the second leg of her first ever headline tour, following her time as the opening act for Father John Misty last year.

These serendipitous moments bring me home, reminding me of memories attached to these people whose smells seem to appear out of thin air.

With the release of her new EP Milk Teeth on Nov. 4, the multi-hyphenate looks back to the past: She returns to the songs that started it all, compiling them into a single record.

Most people consider Halloween a day to party and eat junk food, but it brings up nostalgic feelings of what it was like to be a child. Although I’ve adopted new Halloween traditions, I’ve had to say goodbye to old ones. I’ve come to realize that Halloween is a reminder that the process of growing up involves going through changes. 

I’m undeniably homesick, feeling stuck at this crossroads of “in-between.” Yet there is something so wonderful, so bittersweet about being homesick. It allows me to come to terms with the fact that I’m in the process of finding a new home, yet “home” forever remains part of me.

Somehow I've wrestled free from the 21st century and stepped into another world. What hits me at once is that this choreographed reunion with the past is aesthetically driven; I find myself in a kind of time warp marked by colonial gazebos, iPhones, Charleston dance-offs and a picnic of props where I never lose the sense that I’m in a decade-limbo, never really fully in one time or another.

Effortlessly balancing the old and the new, the singer’s set spanned her entire discography of bedroom-pop anthems and heartaches.