The early 90s was my time, culturally, perhaps because I left home for University in 1992. "Indie" music was big, mostly from the north of England, which resonated with my experience of growing up in

an (admittedly quaint) Northern Town. Geographically, the theme of the movie, returning to an old home was also appropriate, as the week before we had been back to my parents' village to visit family. It was

my first visit back since emigrating, and the first time I'd been "home" for over three years. While I had left that home when I went to Uni, the tethers were always fairly tight, and even when I had my own

home in another town, it was still only a 15-20 minute drive (along some very nice country lanes) back to my parents. While nothing stays exactly the same, that may be true of my home town. It seemed like

nothing, and nobody, had changed at all. I had always been a little distant from my family, but since I moved to the US, that distance seems greater than ever (not just from geography). I love my sister (more

than I tell her, to my shame) and the family she has made with her husband are awesome. But even with the welcomes we received from the rest of my family, there was a palpable gulf between them and us.

As much as I like to look back at photos; fields full of sheep and quaint stone buildings, I think I don't ever want to be back there, feeling the gravity of that place pulling me back constantly.

Thanks to music, I can put myself back in a wet, grey Wednesday afternoon in a terraced house, and "be" where I was, without having to be there

beautiful story, and loved Worlds End. The nostalgic is strong in this one, the music, is fricking amazing. It also helps that lot of people I know (inc myself) are going through the same phase as main char

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