Strangely, I feel your nostalgia and sadness, as I sip my morning coffee on the left coast of the US of A. I think it's a "nomad" thing, although I am a former nomad.

Yes, you learn detachment, because the endless parade of goodbyes makes it so. But there's also the truth that "you can never go back." I tried "time traveling," back to old haunts... but they can never be the same because WE can never be the name; then the realization that we're not trying to return to a place or people, we are trying to return to a feeling, and it's a fleeting and gossamer thing that drifts away on the winds of passing time, blown out to sea somewhere to fall as rain into an ocean from which it becomes inseparable.

Then, occasionally, there are "landmarks" that take us by surprise... clearly SF3 was one such. So thank you for sharing this.

My nomadic days ended around 2003, but I would not trade those experiences for anything, including a more stable set of life circumstances.