Today I was slapped...
...with one of those overwhelming nostalgic feelings that made me miss every single person from my last few years living at home. I don't really understand it. It's hard to pinpoint the reason I was focused so much on the years of 2004 and 2005. Also, why do I still call it "home"? Wouldn't you think, since I have been away for six years (give or take) that I have moved on and found another home by now? Where I am now definitely feels more like home than my parents house does when I'm back there for more than a few hours, but I guess the familarity is really one that can not be beat.
So what happens in a few years when they leave that house to a brand new home that they have built for themselves? When I travel back to see them, will it feel so terribly wrong? Will I have lost my home? Will I be forced to accept a new home? (Is that when we really grow up?)
Back to where I was. Why do I miss these people? Do I just appreciate those times more now that I can reflect back on them? It's really frightening to think know that you take for granted the things that lay before you until after they have vanished out of your sight. So what's my life now? Is everything exactly perfect and parallel? Am I bound to fuck it up and then think back later "wow, I really had it good."
You know, it's easy to fuck up "things." Because "things" don't matter. But when you fuck up people it's a different ball park entirely.
So what happens in a few years when they leave that house to a brand new home that they have built for themselves? When I travel back to see them, will it feel so terribly wrong? Will I have lost my home? Will I be forced to accept a new home? (Is that when we really grow up?)
Back to where I was. Why do I miss these people? Do I just appreciate those times more now that I can reflect back on them? It's really frightening to think know that you take for granted the things that lay before you until after they have vanished out of your sight. So what's my life now? Is everything exactly perfect and parallel? Am I bound to fuck it up and then think back later "wow, I really had it good."
You know, it's easy to fuck up "things." Because "things" don't matter. But when you fuck up people it's a different ball park entirely.