I have a very loose concept of ‘home’; scattered as my youth and childhood have been, all across the country. Home is where the weary soul feels at rest. But which one, among the multiple places I’ve inhabited, truly belongs to me?
Your writing truly resonated with me. The way you described the loss of childhood markers, especially the trees, struck a deep chord. It’s so painful when the places that once felt like home transform, taking with them the memories too.It’s comforting to know others are navigating similar feelings. Thank you for sharing this. I’ve been wanting to write about my own experience as well, but the vulnerability it requires is so difficult to face. I admire your courage in putting it out there—it gives me hope that maybe one day I’ll find the strength to do the same.
So heartfelt! ❤️
Very well written!!
Brilliantly captured emotions. Keep writing such beautiful stuff !!
Your writing truly resonated with me. The way you described the loss of childhood markers, especially the trees, struck a deep chord. It’s so painful when the places that once felt like home transform, taking with them the memories too.It’s comforting to know others are navigating similar feelings. Thank you for sharing this. I’ve been wanting to write about my own experience as well, but the vulnerability it requires is so difficult to face. I admire your courage in putting it out there—it gives me hope that maybe one day I’ll find the strength to do the same.
Reading this felt like sitting with you listening to you 😊👍 great writing, god bless
Love this! Forever your ardent fan! It just keeps getting better
beautiful! Consider this comment as an online version of a loud, indecent whistle from the front row <3