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Anon goes home (sh.itjust.works)

submitted 3 weeks ago by Early_To_Risa@sh.itjust.works to c/greentext@sh.itjust.works

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[–] InvalidName2@lemmy.zip 27 points 3 weeks ago

I've kind of been on both sides of this.

For me, returning to and then leaving my home town triggers feelings of melancholy but also relief. I didn't grow up in a stable, solidly middle-class (or higher) lifestyle, so I'm sure that's a factor.

While I had a good childhood and loving parents, things got complicated the older I became. And even when I happen upon a reminder of the good times or a fond memory, way too often it's tainted by how fucked up things were at the time.

On the other hand, "the kids" ... it's wonderful when they're home for summer. When they're at my house, at least I know they are safe, happy, and that all their needs are being met, in as much as possible. It's sad to see them go, when I know it's going to be months before they're back.

But also, it's a sigh of relief when my life can go back to being on my terms sans drama and chaos. It's almost total bliss when I can go out to the kitchen in my undies for a cup of coffee fully confident that the milk jug won't be sitting in the fridge completely empty (or with a minuscule amount of milk remaining so as to be practically useless but also technically not empty).