tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33352276.post2819990072871267936..comments2024-01-27T10:15:00.444+00:00Comments on The Attic: On not visitingThe Attichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15418156698058196228noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33352276.post-40862239021915962192010-01-24T22:28:58.392+00:002010-01-24T22:28:58.392+00:00What a lovely story, Elee. So true! I often think ...What a lovely story, Elee. So true! I often think of museums and museum objects as old friends!Dr Jhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03137076061031307574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33352276.post-72541213995948074822010-01-21T10:30:52.051+00:002010-01-21T10:30:52.051+00:00True, but the flipside is when you live somewhere ...True, but the flipside is when you live somewhere for ages, and never take advantage of the museums and culture because you're too busy with day-to-day life. <br /><br />I lived in Oxford for four years, and in that time I never visited the Ashmolean or the Museum of Modern Art. And who knows if I'd have visited the University museum of Natural History and the Pitt Rivers unless I'd been directed there by tutors.<br /><br />Because I did visit the Natural History museum, it has become part of what I love about Oxford. I looked at the website the other day, had a flashback to the smell of the museum, and felt a pang of joy at the thought of going there again. It has become like a friend that I must visit if I ever go there, to find out its news, but also to feel its familiarity.<br /><br />Weirdly, much of the rest of Oxford has lost that sense. The people that I knew when I was there have all gone, and I feel a bit sad and lonely wandering around with all those strangers everywhere. But as long as the museum is there I know I'll have at least one friend.Eleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06395796467091661899noreply@blogger.com