There will come a time in adulthood when you make that cherished journey back to the place where you grew up.
A time when you book a plane ticket and embark on that familiar voyage back to the place where you learned your first lessons about life.
You leave the life you’ve been creating for yourself, the life that seems so small compared to the one your parents made for you.
You take a deep breath and make that trip home.
You get to your hometown and drive down the same streets you still know like the back of your hand.
You see your family, you reminiscence and you go to sleep in your old bed. Somewhere along the way, it will hit you.
As you lie bathed in the echoing memories of what feels like a hundred lifetimes ago, it slithers in.
The thought will creep up on you, as you lie awake, listening to the sounds of the house that sheltered you long before you were exposed to the harsh realities of the world, back when this was the only life you really knew.
It’s a sad feeling, really. One that is ripe with loss. As you stare at the cracks in your ceiling, as you trace your fingers over the initials you carved into your bed frame at the age of eight, suddenly, you realize you don’t feel comfortable like you once did.
You feel like a stranger inside of a place you used to know so well. It feels like you’ve stepped inside the memories of another life.
It suddenly becomes very apparent your old house, in your old town, is no longer home.
Where you imagined you would feel so safe and at peace, you instead feel lost.
It’s overwhelming, and it’s strange. It hurts to feel this way, to find yourself feeling so disconnected in a place that is supposed to be the epitome of your comfort zone.
It’s daunting to have to face the harsh reality that this place you used to call home is no longer that place for you. Your heart is no longer there. You no longer belong.
There will come a time in adulthood when you make that cherished journey back to the place where you grew up.A time when you book a plane ticket and embark on that familiar voyage back to the place where you learned your first lessons about life.You leave the life you’ve been creating for yourself, the life that seems so small compared to the one your parents made for you.You take a deep breath and make that trip home.You get to your hometown and drive down the same streets you still know like the back of your hand.You see your family, you reminiscence and you go to sleep in your old bed. Somewhere along the way, it will hit you.As you lie bathed in the echoing memories of what feels like a hundred lifetimes ago, it slithers in.The thought will creep up on you, as you lie awake, listening to the sounds of the house that sheltered you long before you were exposed to the harsh realities of the world, back when this was the only life you really knew.It’s a sad feeling, really. One that is ripe with loss. As you stare at the cracks in your ceiling, as you trace your fingers over the initials you carved into your bed frame at the age of eight, suddenly, you realize you don’t feel comfortable like you once did.You feel like a stranger inside of a place you used to know so well. It feels like you’ve stepped inside the memories of another life.It suddenly becomes very apparent your old house, in your old town, is no longer home.คุณจินตนาการคุณจะรู้สึกปลอดภัยมาก และอยู่ ในความสงบ คุณแทนรู้สึกว่าหายไปมันครอบงำ และก็แปลก เจ็บใจนี้ไป ค้นหาตัวเองที่รู้สึกต่อดังนั้นในที่ควรจะเป็นโซนของความสะดวกสบายแห่งการยุ่งยากที่จะมีการเผชิญหน้ารุนแรงความเป็นจริงที่สถานที่แห่งนี้คุณใช้บ้านไม่ ที่ทำให้คุณได้ หัวใจของคุณมีไม่ คุณไม่เป็นสมาชิก
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