Homesick: Ever so lonely…
It’s a strange thing to be a stranger in one’s own city. The feeling that everything is at once familiar, yet foreign. It’s not a foreign feeling for me; I’ve often felt somehow disconnected from the place where I live, like I exist in the wrong place.
I walk along the streets, alone but without the hope of the moment in the city; rather than stepping off a plane and immersing oneself in an exciting new metropolis (the excitement of anonymity), this is the eviscerated remains of a too-long holiday.
I wrote a few months ago about “the departure lounge“, the place in between places, like the last night in a house before moving out. This ennui of waiting hinders us; it stifles us, because we humans depend so much on hope. We need wait for the future; the notion of living in the ostensibly positive “moment” is much more an individual ambition than a widespread reality. We need the future in order to move forward; and to move forward is a part of the realisation of hope.
Ever so lonely
Ever so lonely without you…
It really is the strangest feeling, the feeling of home sickness. I sometimes have it here in Canberra and I am not even travelling. I wish I could throw my arms around you for a big squishy hug, hope those homesick feels leave you stat and that you can throw yourself into your next big adventure.
Awwww thanks Anna! And right back at you – you know that if ever you’re feeling homesick at home (or wherever), I’m just a call away.
i havent gotten homesick that often when travelling to be honest, although when I get home after a long time away it’s an exciting prospect. are u homesick for Lahore at the moment?
Terribly homesick for Lahore at the moment… it’s a combination of factors. I’ve never felt homesick while I’ve been away from Sydney, but the past few months away from Lahore have been quite trying :/