I moved out of my family home (where I lived with Mum and younger Brother). I suppose we're never that close, yet at same time we were- Dad walked out on the family when we were young- for another woman- and left my mum to bring us up. So its been us as a three member family unit for a long time.
So...yeah...I moved out to live with my partner about 150 miles away, I have a new job and while I'm moderately happy here. I miss home. Home is where the heart is as the saying goes and I really do miss my old life. Although ironically i spent my entire young adolescence and teen years begrudging it and wanting to leave. I find myself pinning for life as it once was.
Whenever I return it doesn't feel the same. Sure the people are still living in the small tranquil Yorkshire village, the same fields, beautiful scenery, the same gossip. It's the same old ubiquitous bore of an experience, it never bloody changes there, but my soul yearns it.
I feel a weird background disconnect with the people there, the once somewhat enthusiastic conversations I used to have now turn awkward or into nothingness. Almost like friendships have disintegrated and nobody cares about me.
People aren't as forthcoming and are generally indifferent to me.
Anybody else find this?
Visiting the family home after moving out feels different and it saddens me...
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