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Anon goes home (sh.itjust.works)
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[–] blarghly@lemmy.world 1 points 2 days ago

> be me
> go home because parents guilted me into it
> first step out the airport. It's 1000000° and the air is sticky asf
> IveMadeAHugeMistake.jpg
> house is a wreck. random bullshit piled to the ceiling in spare rooms just like when I was a kid
> mom bitching about brown people. same bitching I've heard all my life
> dad talking about how he's gonna retire soon. yeah right. what would he do with his time if he wasnt working?
> feel melancholy and hopelessness setting in
> tfw you realize you have to live like this for 2 more days until your flight

[–] MisterNeon@lemmy.world 2 points 4 days ago (1 children)

I got no place to go back too. I don't have anyone waiting for me anywhere.

[–] henfredemars@infosec.pub 2 points 4 days ago

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.

[–] rain_enjoyer@sopuli.xyz 1 points 3 days ago (1 children)

[–] UnderpantsWeevil@lemmy.world 1 points 3 days ago

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.

[–] devilish666@lemmy.world 1 points 3 days ago

[–] tanisnikana@lemmy.world 1 points 4 days ago (1 children)

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.

[–] Carnelian@lemmy.world 1 points 4 days ago (1 children)

Personally I’m just yearning for Silksong

[–] alsaaas@lemmy.dbzer0.com 1 points 17 hours ago

Still unable to let go, huh?

[–] sharkfucker420@lemmy.ml 1 points 4 days ago* (last edited 4 days ago)

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

[–] Paradachshund@lemmy.today 1 points 4 days ago (2 children)

I'm a bit older than this and I've been feeling this too. Getting older is weird.

[–] Track_Shovel@slrpnk.net 1 points 4 days ago

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...

[–] SubArcticTundra@lemmy.ml 1 points 4 days ago

You feel like a time traveller.

[–] dejected_warp_core@lemmy.world 0 points 3 days ago (2 children)

You can never really go home.

Fuck.

[–] whoisearth@lemmy.ca 1 points 2 days ago

It's partly why I never felt prey to the nostalgia trends that afflict my generation (x). You can't go back so why not focus on now? I love getting older. I am aware of my parents and my impending mortality but I embrace it.

I miss the house I grew up in. I still have those moments of core memories that come off of a sound, or smell, or touch, but I'm here. The moments are sweeter for knowing I can't return.

The trick is to know that home is in you so it doesn't matter where you are.

[–] lessthanluigi@lemmy.sdf.org 1 points 3 days ago

The whole point of Falling Down