I am so unhappy right now. Which is good for my live journal, as it is the only time I ever actually type anything. But, alas, it is bad for me
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I know how you feel.anhedoniusJune 17 2002, 16:48:54 UTC
About seven years ago I moved to Milwaukee from Philadelphia; it was one of the most courageous and stupid things I've ever done in my life. It was at once traumatic, liberating, destructive, and constructive acts ever-- if that makes any sense.
Of course, I'm sixteen hours away by car, and you're 40 minutes, so it's probably not as bad for you. Still, unless you're prepared to do a lot of driving, expect most of your friends to drift away after a while; that's what happened to me. I haven't had many close friends since I got here-- but then again, I lost most of my friends around a year before I moved here, so perhaps there's a good reason for that.
The worst part about my move, perhaps, is going home. It's difficult to go home-- Tom Wolfe said it best on the subject: you can't go home again. Every time I go, the place gets more and more alien to me; much is the same, even more has changed, and there's a whole lot you just can't even remember. I go back for a visit and it's like seeing the shape of a lost lover's face in the clouds: you're reminded of all the wonderful things, loathe to remember the bad (but you do), and you just feel a profound loss at something beautiful and special that will never come around your way again, no matter how hard you wish for it.
Of course, I'm sixteen hours away by car, and you're 40 minutes, so it's probably not as bad for you. Still, unless you're prepared to do a lot of driving, expect most of your friends to drift away after a while; that's what happened to me. I haven't had many close friends since I got here-- but then again, I lost most of my friends around a year before I moved here, so perhaps there's a good reason for that.
The worst part about my move, perhaps, is going home. It's difficult to go home-- Tom Wolfe said it best on the subject: you can't go home again. Every time I go, the place gets more and more alien to me; much is the same, even more has changed, and there's a whole lot you just can't even remember. I go back for a visit and it's like seeing the shape of a lost lover's face in the clouds: you're reminded of all the wonderful things, loathe to remember the bad (but you do), and you just feel a profound loss at something beautiful and special that will never come around your way again, no matter how hard you wish for it.
Thanks for adding me.
-Anhedonias
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