Being homesick

I do, too, but I guess I've got a bit of homebody in me.

It's weird. I moved around a bit as a youngster, and I'm a child of divorce. Thus, I didn't have one particular setting that was *always* home. I also spent weekends (and occasionally longer) with both sets of grandparents. I've lived in two different states and I even went to two different high schools in two different states during my senior year of high school. That means I go to two high school reunions, but I digress.

When I have dreams in which I go back "home," it isn't any of the apartments I lived in when my parents were married. It isn't the places they've moved to since. Those dreams always find me and the rest of the family in my paternal grandmother's house that she and my grandfather lived in since 1966. Until my grandfather died in 1996 and she moved into an apartment later that year, that was as close to one "home" as I ever had. I miss that...

I'm sure the years and a tad bit of maturity might make things a little easier if I were to pick up roots and move to a different state, or even to a different county within the same state.

 

Since my dad died last month, I'm realizing that the feeling I always thought was homesickness (and I have always been the most prone to homesickness of anyone I know) was missing my dad, not home. :''(

 

I'm sorry about your pop.

A father is all the difference.

 

Home for me is two places. Montana and wherever it is my mom lives. It sure as fuck isn't where I am now.

 

but you get sun and rain where you live.

 

You do?
From what I've been told it's just a lot of grey. Nothing like Montana.

 

solid.

 

In 1997 I almost drank my way out of a job because of culture shock and home sickness.
Be smart, attend to business.
Few things are as bad they seem to be. Few things were good as they seem to be upon reflection.
Eye on the ball.

 

am i the only person on this board who doesn't have a hometown to go home to?

i grew up moving every two or three years because of my dad's work.

i never thought about it this way before but i guess it's nice that i can't get homesick.

 

My dad's kind of that way, in that he moved every couple of years as a kid. But he's got 2 (sometimes 3) towns that really stick out for him.

Interesting perspective on it, though. Do none of your "hometowns" stick out for you? Maybe not necessarily as a place where you still have any roots or you could go back and find people you know, but maybe just a place you have fond memories of that felt like "home" at the time?

 

I'm the first in my family to really have a wondering itch.
Of course, I'm only second-generation American, so my grandparents definitely had the wondering itch. All four came here from Ireland in 1920. All four were adults when they migrated, and none of them were acquainted before they got to the Bronx.
Maybe it just skips sometimes.
Although, my dad is from 1930-40s Bronx and at almost 80 he's still a million times tougher than I could ever hope to be.
He could've staked a successful family in the mouth of a volcano if he had to.
Maybe that's easier than starting from the Bronx.

 

Not like Montana at all. No snow. Sucks giant donkey balls.