Traveling back from Santa Fe, New Mexico today to Amarillo, Texas, was a bittersweet moment. Or, perhaps the ambiguous nature of the two ways one could translate Nostalgia...As a linguist, it is not a given to me that it means a "longing/pain for a homecoming". Because of the way that words in such languages as Greek and Sanskrit (both two of my favorite languages ever), one could conceivably read it as: the pain of homecoming. Odysseus struggled with his Nostos, often filled with Algia, and it is never quite clear which is the stronger of the two.
Driving across Eastern New Mexico, I was reminded of a line from Son Volt's LP "Trace". (BTW if you ever want to be my BFF and ever, find me a vintage copy of this and have it find its way to Antwerp...), which says:
Switching it over to A.M.