This post started off as another post about something related to Houston and Hurricane Harvey. I was using Google Maps to double-check something I that don’t even remember now.
Pretty soon I found myself scrolling across America from Houston to Dayton, Ohio, my hometown, and to the street I grew up on. Then I found our old house and switched to Street View. And there it was.
Our old house looked different in some ways yet the same in general. There’s a manhole on the street in front of our house, and the same black sealant pattern is still there, just as I remember it. My neighbors’ houses are still there, too, of course, mostly minus my former neighbors. I turned the view north to point down our street, and for a second, I was 5 again, watching the Thunderbirds fly over our house as part of the annual air show held in our town.
God, I miss that house.
But why stop there? In a matter of seconds I was able to hover over Bedford Heights, a suburb of Cleveland, and found my grandmother’s former home. It seemed so much smaller than I remembered it being.
Then I was able to locate some of my friends’ former homes scattered throughout the Dayton area, and I even found my first apartment in Texas. I could have spent hours finding various places, but it became bedtime.
Google Maps and Street View are certainly not new technology, but I’m still fascinated by what one can see by using them. However, if you’re anything like me, you might just find yourself looking at the window that used to be your bedroom and realize someone else lives there—and that it’s not 1985 or even 1995 anymore.
But hey, at least I don’t have a curfew now.