Forgetting what it feels like to be wanted.
It’s funny how you spend your whole life wishing to get away. I absolutely hated where I lived, that feeling of not being able to walk down the street on my own.. never feeling safe outside at night.. the vandalism.. the constant looking over your shoulder.
So.. now I’m in a place that i’d always hoped to be. In the country. In a nice small, friendly village. No fear of crime. No fear of going out on my own. People say “hello” or “good morning” as they walk past. Quiet. Just the sound of the birds in the morning. No heavy traffic. No shouting. No mental teenagers leaving school. No constant news stories. A sense of community.
So, why am I so freakin unhappy? How can I possibly miss where I used to live when i’m in my “dream” setting now?
Why do I wanna go home?
I guess I never felt like I belonged in the city. But I certainly don’t feel like I belong here. I miss home.