I’m a stranger in a country town…
Wednesday, July 5, 2006 at 9:02 pm
Filed under: Miscellaneous |
It feels so weird to be back at my parents. Everything’s changed. It took me coming back again to realise that this place is no longer ‘home.’ I’m sleeping on a couch in my parents office, listening to people who’ve never left tell me everything I’ve ‘missed’. Which quite frankly, is nothing even remotley exciting. It’s been fantastic catching up with peope I haven’t seen in months, my mum and dad, my sisters, Jemma, Dani, Kirsten, Vik, Maria and the many more I haven’t seen yet but plan on seeing soon, such a Jess, but I’ve been here two days and already miss the city more than I thought I would… I miss the noises, I miss my home, and most of all I miss Adam.










Wednesday, July 5, 2006 9:38 pm
oh to be home!!!the ‘missed’ things are as exciting as one night down here!!!have to catch up some stage
Wednesday, July 5, 2006 9:57 pm
gargh.
Grass is always greener, they say.
Thursday, July 6, 2006 1:42 am
Aw, i know how it feels! When i left for college I thought I’d kill myself from being homesick, but when i came back, i realized it was the same boring place i left months ago lol
Friday, July 7, 2006 8:29 am
adam has no money and is running out of food.
Friday, July 7, 2006 9:44 am
After the first year of college, I just stopped going “home” because I realised that wherever my home was, was where I was making my life at that moment. I feel out of place just being back, and I itch to leave the moment I arrive, heh.
Friday, July 7, 2006 6:14 pm
I’m glad you’re home.
Saturday, July 8, 2006 9:51 am
Its the same nomatter where you go. I’ve been gone from Melbourne for 4 years now and everyone insists on telling me every little thing that’s been going on every time I go back, mostly about people that I don’t care about.
It’s really more for their own benefit than yours. I wrote a mini-essay once about how people seem to have trouble letting go, even though you moved on ages ago. They want you to still want them and to want to know about them, and when you no longer do, they just pretend that you do.
It’s the way of the world and it sucks but hey, what can you do?