Tonight, one of my favourite TV shows as a child is making a comeback. Robot Wars – a 90’s gameshow where homemade robots attack each other – along with The Crystal Maze, were the two main shows which excited me back then. As a 19-year-old, of course I feel nostalgic, but the feeling is a little bit different to me now.
Last night, I realised I was in a confusing state of nostalgia – almost like I was in limbo. For me, reminiscence will always be at its most emotional when our childhood and teenage years are but a distant memory. Whilst I can look back and smile at what I was like as a kid, I still have another few months of being a teenager. It’s hard for me to reflect on a period of my life which is still underway. This is what I mean by my rather poetic title: the confusion of a nostalgic limbo.
Childhood and the seven years as a teenager are what I’d call ‘the nostalgic years’. Beyond that, out strongest memories are our ‘firsts’: your first house, your first child, your first full-time job and so forth.
If I have just under one nostalgic year left before life becomes all about these ‘firsts’, then I should probably make the most of it.