Can you be nostalgic for a place you’ve never been?

Earlier this week the Dons Trust launched its campaign to get its members onside with plans to sell the Cherry Red Records stadium.

The proposed sale would come as Wimbledon to go back home to Plough Lane - pending more reviews and more public consultation and all that.

I try to stay positive, so I’m taking all this as formality. Kingsmeadow is going to be sold so we can go back home.

AFC Wimbledon launch campaign to get go-ahead on sale of Cherry Red Records stadium

I am absolutely in support of Wimbledon going back to Merton and for the new stadium to become a reality. And I’m looking forward to seeing my team play in SW17 one day.

Yet I can’t help but feel pangs for the ground we’re about to leave behind.

Which is very curious, seeing as I’ve never been there.

And, realistically, I’m not going to be able to see my team in action before the move.

The life of a freelance writer is one of self-inflicted poverty, and a trip to London in the next three to five years is prohibitively expensive.

Which is fine. I’m glad that when I do get to see AFC Wimbledon in person, on some indeterminate day in the future, they’ll have come full circle in their long (and at times painful) journey home.

And hopefully by then they’ll have climbed up a division or two.

But the days at Kingsmeadow are likely never going to be real for me. We’ll have been there, and left, and I’ll never personally know the difference.

It’s one of those things that reminds me just how hard long-distance relationships can be.