I just want to go home

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Sometimes, for no reason at all, I would get a severe attack of homesickness.

Without any provocation, my heart would ache and I would get a sensation of emptiness and at the same time heaviness inside my stomach.

I recognize that feeling well.

It is an intense loneliness that comes from a herd animal being away from its kind.

I am exhausted: I just want to drop everything and go home.

Do Americans feel this way?

It seems to me that, (I know I am grossly generalizing here), Americans take it for granted that they will not be living where they grew up, and that they will, most likely, be away from their parents and siblings, simply on account of how vast this country is and how geographically widely distributed job opportunities can be.

So is the pang of homesickness less acute if you know you are not expected to be there in the first place? Not being adulterated by a sense of guilt? The mutual understanding that you are where you are supposed to be? Without the gnawing sensation that eats you away as you age, as your parents age, that somehow you have pulled a bait and switch on them?

“Oh I will be back in two years. Tops.”

That somehow you ran away. You did not stay put like 99% of the population on the small island, the size of Maryland.

Betrayal.

The feeling that you may have turned away and the chasm is now irreparable because…

many years ago…

you started dreaming in English?

33 thoughts on “I just want to go home

  1. secret agent woman

    In small rural areas in the US people are much more likely to assume they will always live there – there are many, many multi-generation families in this area, for instance. But in bigger areas, particularly among those who are educated, the population is much more mobile. I’d be hard-pressed to know where “home” is for me. I do think, though, when you throw in the element of a different language, that changes things.
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  2. Joules

    You have summed up my essence in this beautiful, shiny little post. Having lived all up, down and over this country I am always homesick for somwhere no matter where I am. Right now I am missing New York like a phantom limb. I spend time in bed at night picturing every structure that existed on some block in my old hood.
    And as an American I do believe that I expected to live elsewhere from my family when I was younger. But as my hair goes grayer than not, as my kid grows older and as the time behind me grows larger than the time ahead I long for my family despite them all being crazier than a bunch of shit house rats. And I’m certain the feeling is mutual on both accounts.
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  3. writerwoman61

    I can relate, Lin, having spent my entire adult life thousands of miles away from “home”. Since my mom’s gone and Dad lives with me now, I’ve come to the conclusion that “home” is where I live…

    Hugs,
    Wendy
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  4. Chickens Consigliere

    I’m sorry for your homesickness, but even more so for the sense of guilt you mention. The homesickness is something that doesn’t make you feel less about yourself and it is something that will go away periodically. Homesickness can be a bittersweet emotion. Guilt never is-it’s just a darkness that absorbs any light you try to shine its way. I wish you didn’t have that. I love your writing.
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  5. dbs

    After two years, I’m going home this summer. My Grandma mandated it (in her non-pushy manner). I haven’t told anyone this but I have this feeling she is getting prepared to die. I can’t shake this feeling. July can’t get here fast enough.
    P.S. Your words strike a chord.
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  6. MrsBlogAlot

    Lin, this has to be one of the most touching things I’ve ever read. A Post of Art is what it is!!

    And you are not alone in your homesickness my friend. You are indeed (I feel so old when I use the word indeed-I don’t know why) lucky to have the pull of such a strong love home. xoxoxox!

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  7. pattypunker

    i’ll probably shouldn’t be commenting on this post as i risk appearing cold and insensitive. while i completely sympathize with your heartache and the void you feel, i can’t empathize. i grew up in upstate new york where it’s cold and grey all the time. the landscape was lush and beautiful, and the stars were visible and many, but the town was devoid of culture and change. i was always depressed and feeling like i never belonged. my childhood stunk for reasons i won’t reveal here. an an adult, i’ve divorced my family. i’ve made many new friends and have adopted them as family (you being one of them) and have had so many more pleasant experiences and memories in my adult life.

    i actually kind of envy your longing for family and the feeling of home.
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    1. KeepingYouAwake

      Ditto. Not even all bad memories, but like I said above, old memories I can pick from.

      I also envy all the commenters who yearn for home, but I won’t go back, and that disconnection frees me, I think, to carve a whole new path.

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      1. Wicked Shawn

        Living in the town I grew up in, I sometimes long to free myself of it again, having moved back after being away. Then I read this, or I am able to care for my dad when he is sick, or just take a 10 minute ride and sit with one of The Aunts and I realize I would feel lost.

        Then, I have 2 hours without the kids home and decide to make “good use of it”, only to have my mother let herself into my home, announcing her presence by shouting, “Where are you?”
        Scrambling to put fucking clothes back on and dreaming of moving to Cali, that’s where I am. *sigh* Balance, it is all about balance.
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  8. lifeintheboomerlane

    Such a beautifully expressed post. The world has become so mobile, and so much of the world has relocated to the US because of political upheaval and/or economic conditions at home, that it’s easy for those of us here to assume that everyone wants to be here. But, of course, changes like that are seismic. I’m a first generation American-born, and I was aware that even though my father wouldn’t have gone back under any circumstances, there was still a piece of him that always seemed adrift, as though something shifted not-quite-completely on the Atlantic crossing. I actually wrote about that in my novel.
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  9. Marsy

    Awwww this is a sweet but also sad post. I miss going home but am not able to go back due to big family changes. If I was able to I would go home as much as possible as I miss how my family were, my dogs and the swimming pool, the hot summers and the home cooked food. Now all this has become a memory and I make my little London flat my new home 🙂
    x

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  10. Keia

    Great post and a lot of interesting comments.

    I’ve ventured off to other lands (states, countries) and am now home. I enjoy being home but I also enjoy being away from home. I often found myself comparing other places to my hometown when I have lived away from home. I think I can appreciate home when I am away from it more than when I am here. Sadly, I think a lot of my family members and friends can to. I think I am where Beka (the commentor above) is too at this moment and being home.

    I often wonder if I am homesick at home? Is that even possible. Silly, eh?
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  11. kathy

    Good God–this is brilliant, Lin!

    That last line–

    I know that pain–I ache for my identical twin lost soon after birth–that longing, the hole in the center of center of myself where she should be.

    Kathy
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  12. Andrea

    I get that same feeling every once in a while, but I have no idea where it comes from or what I’m even homesick for. I can’t explain it. I really don’t think I’m homesick for the home in which I grew up. So when it comes, I recognize it, think about it for a minute, and try to let it go like that balloon.
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  13. Diane Laney Fitzpatrick

    Oh, definitely. I miss my hometown in the Midwest. Many, many people stayed there. Their kids are going to the same high school they went to, with the same teachers. Not much has changed. I’m very envious, even though in my head I know my kids are better off. But still, everyone gets homesick.
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  14. Beka

    I remember being in foreign lands and discovering I was dreaming (and praying) and even writing letters in another language without expecting that to happen to me. There was a sense of loss, even though I knew I was returning home. And I missed not so much my home, but the knowledge of rootedness and belonging, knowing that I wouldn’t be looked at askance for accidentally doing something wrong. Most cultures were very forgiving of my efforts, but some were not as much, although it was mostly a friendly sort of patronizing me, as one would chuck a cute child on the chin when she’s said something incorrect.

    Now, I live in my home town, but I have grown distant from my family through necessity. This gulf breaks my heart. We were always close, and I expected that would continue throughout my life. Sometimes you have to do what is right for yourself, whether the distance is physical or emotional. And your dreams are your own, whatever the language.
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    1. Keia

      “Now, I live in my home town, but I have grown distant from my family through necessity. This gulf breaks my heart. We were always close, and I expected that would continue throughout my life. Sometimes you have to do what is right for yourself, whether the distance is physical or emotional. And your dreams are your own, whatever the language.”

      I love this!
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  15. dufmanno

    I kept thinking to myself while reading “but you can go home!” until the last line.
    Then I tried to imagine the switch that needs to go off in your head that enables you to dream in a whole other world.
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    1. Keepingyouawake

      I thought the same thing, and my conclusion that is was an arcade-game styled button, and it lights up, because it’s for dreaming, so it should have a beacon to get you back out.

      I wonder what would happen if you pressed the button constantly? Your dreams would be all mixed up? I think there’s an angry monkey in my head pressing the buttons that screw up all my dreams.
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  16. BigLittleWolf

    When you become – whatever the reason – a cross-cultural or multicultural person, I think it’s easy to feel homesick from time to time. A sweeping almost symphonic homesickness that is different from missing the place you grew up.

    I also believe that when you have lived (and made your home) in several countries, including adopting a language not originally your own, that adds to the displaced feeling at times.

    Oddly, though this is the country of my birth, I experience periods when my longing for France is so palpable that it’s a physical ache. When I am there, and long enough to begin dreaming in French again, there is a sense of coming back to a self that has otherwise gone missing.

    I don’t know that there is a solution. There is a sense of melancholy.
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  17. Andrea @ Shameless Agitator

    I feel for you. I am homesick for the “home” of my childhood, when everything was easier. My parents sold the house where I grew up. Home, for me, is the place in my heart where I store my precious memories.
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  18. Melme

    I know that empty, aching feeling all too well. Even though we moved around the US a lot when I was a kid, we always returned “home” to Georgia at least every two years or so. But since we moved down to South Texas when I was starting high school, I’ve only been home twice and that last visit was in 2000. Since then, so much has changed, including the death of my grandfather. I miss going home so much. It’s the worst during the autumn/winter holidays, when we usually visisted. And I always feel guilty about not visiting. You are not alone, my dear. ((hugs))
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  19. Nicole, the queen of this life

    (the internets robbed my first comment, so if this appears twice, feel free to delete this one)

    This brought me to tears. Not because I missing my home, I still live in my hometown. But because I am homesick for the life I’d like to be living. The place I want to call home. I feel as though I’ve been displaced. I feel like I’ve betrayed those needs and wants.
    I am sorry you’re homesick.
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  20. Nicole, the queen of this life

    This brought me to tears. Not because I am longing for my home, because I do live in my hometown, but because I have this homesickness for a life I dream of living. There is nothing harder than knowing you have to be somewhere for unknown amount of time. I feel like I have betrayed that part of me.
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  21. KeepingYouAwake

    I think this is not so much a cultural difference as it is dependent on your family and upbringing. While you yearn to go home, I distance myself. So many good things have happened in the time and the opportunities that I’ve experienced since I left, and most of my close family is gone. I have better memories here, and can recall and re-tell the stories that I enjoyed so much from my childhood from wherever I am, because I bring them to life.

    Rather than going home, I’d like to end up somewhere completely different. Mrs and I have talked a lot about retiring to the north-western states. I suppose it’s like an intra-continental immigration because we hope to move, one day, to a more beautiful place with better conditions than we have here but, if nothing else, for change.
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  22. Elly Lou

    You are so beautiful it makes my heart hurt.

    And I miss home everyday. Not necessarily the actual town or house, but I miss my rents and that Southern way of life. Sometimes I want nothing more to sit on a porch with my mom sipping sweet tea and watching fireflies.

    Shit. Now I have to call my parents.
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