Homesick.

Akanari · Owns your reality Gender: Joined: 29 Sep 2004

Well, I guess I have like three homes now.

Indiana, Atlanta, and Spain (specifically Alcañiz and Zaragoza)

So, the title of this is homesick. I'm in Indiana, so I can't really be homesick of Indiana, and I don't think I ever could be (it's just not my cup of tea, ear of corn, or llama farm). Atlanta is alright, I'm not really homesick of the place, the suburbs annoy me, but I desperately miss the people.

The place that I miss, the place that I actually, literally, ache for, is Spain.

I miss the weird buses that people actually ride

I miss my small town of Alcañiz.

And I just miss home.

SirGunslinger · Rebel without a clue Gender: Joined: 21 Jun 2007

El asilo esta donde el corazo esta

I hoped I said that right... been a loong time since I've spoken Spainish!

Shino · Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 3:02 pm Post subject: Re: Homesick.

Sciler · Mistress Age: 46 Gender: Joined: 15 Sep 2002

Ming · DOOM! Gender: Joined: 13 Jan 2003

Wow...if I had ever lived in/near a town as beautiful as the pics that you posted, I'd be homesick too.

Akanari · Owns your reality Gender: Joined: 29 Sep 2004

Tobias · *explodes* Age: 38 Gender: Joined: 17 Jan 2003

hey, it's home to ya. I know when me and Ming first moved from New York, I was terribly homesick of the Bronx. It's tough.

I remember when i first met my girlfriend, she never thought she would miss her home in Austria (where she was born). The first time she left to go home she really became attached to home. When i visited her this summer, she was so happy to show me her country. THe only thing is that America is like her second home. SHe misses it just as much as she missed her home a while ago.

I feel like im partially to blame. Well, you get over to Spain kid. It's a beautiful country that I hope to visit one day, and if you're there, i'll look ya up.

Doot · Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 1:49 pm Post subject:

I'm with you lady. It's been over 22 years since I've been in Germany and I still dream about it and yearn to go "home". I was speaking with my older sister the other day about home and it just made me want to go back even more. I miss our little town on the south western side - so close to France.

There's just something about it - maybe it's roots. Being an Air Force brat myself means no place really was HOME for the longest time. I've lived in Georgia for almost 15 years now and I still feel transplanted. The only place that came close to feeling like home was Niceville, FL and I only lived there for a year and a half. Turns out it was more that I missed the people and the life there at the time but I learned to let that go as I matured.

Germany will always be home to me. My recollection tends to get fuzzy but I remember all the great trips my family and I used to make in the country side and the forest and just the history.

I'll get back there some day.

Kudasai Hiroki · Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2007 11:58 pm Post subject:

I was born in Marietta, GA. (for those of you that don't know, that's just northwest of Atlanta) I lived there for 22 years. I've been travelling off and on for the last 6 years and honestly, I don't care if I ever get back to Atlanta. It will always be my home, I'm proud of my home and it's accomplishments. I'm a Brave's and Thrasher's fan. But, I'm just not at all homesick for the place. What I do miss, however, are the people I left behind. I miss my friends terribly.

Tony · Junior Otaku Age: 43 Gender: Joined: 20 Nov 2007

I feel foolish offering my condolences, as I'm sure the distance you have come to cope with is far greater than my heart could possibly imagine, and I couldn't possibly relate on the scale of what you face, but I can say that in my small world of influence, I know where your heart is coming from.

I was born and raised in Augusta, GA (150 miles east of Atlanta) - the most unfriendly scene for a youth. Every inch of me ached to leave it behind. With that, I moved to Atlanta after graduating high school to attend college. I would return to Augusta twice that same year seeking my higher education before I moved to Colorado to complete my design degree. I was there for over a year and did not once return home, due to financial improbability, until my schooling was finished. I found that in my time there, my comfort zone and sanctuary had always been the place of my birth.

It was all that I knew, all that I could relate to. I ached and pined to return, but when I did, so much had changed. The world that I knew and related to was one viewed through the eyes of young kid. Buildings were taller, foods were more expansive and my surroundings were changed due to rural reconstruction.

None of my hangouts were around anymore, the friends I came to miss had moved on (and done so successfully to great distances). The Home I became sick for had ceased to exist minus what was in my memory. It took me years to cope with it, but I finally found my belonging. The only thing that kept me going in this time of displacement was knowing that Home is a state of mind, not a combination of latitudes and longitudes.

I couldn't possibly presume to know you as I'm a new breeze in this bright cloud of community, but I hear your sorrow and know it's sting relatively. If there's anything that I or anyone in this community can do to reduce the pain of that poisonous wound, know we gladly would. Smile