I got no place to go back too. I don't have anyone waiting for me anywhere.
this post was submitted on 12 Aug 2025
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If it’s any consolation, I just returned home because of a death in the family. And while things are nostalgic, they’re also completely different, and I know that the time and experiences I had when I was a child will never be the same again.
I can go back to the place, but I can never go back to the time. Things have changed. I’m on a new adventure, in a different chapter of my life story. Many of my friends are gone. Their stories have ended. Mine continues.
We brought the past with us. We're still here and we're advancing our historical works into the future.
So much of what was old is new again. So much of what was new is now a bedrock upon which the next thing is built.
Do a bit of digging and you'll find it. Do a bit of listening and you can still hear history echo.
I yearn for the time when I was a kid. I yearn for the time when the right side of my body functioned almost as good as the left. I yearn to be picked up by my dad, to sneak chocolate chips out of the baking cupboard instead of just buying the damn things from the store. I yearn for my birthday to be an event with gifts and a day I’d anticipate two weeks in advance, instead of remembering I missed it again the following morning, after having spent my birthday at work. I yearn for summers off and I yearn for fifty dollars to be a lot of money with no responsibility.
I yearn for time.
Personally I’m just yearning for Silksong
Still unable to let go, huh?
I wish I had that nostalgia for my hometown. Approaching it just fills me with dread. I hate so much about that place. It reminds me of isolation
I'm a bit older than this and I've been feeling this too. Getting older is weird.
It really hits when kids you knew when you were an adult are now adults. That, and when you start thinking ahead. 10 years from now, my mom will be 75...
You feel like a time traveller.