You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's just gone. And you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people who miss the same imaginary place.
~Garden State

It seems to be a universal theme at this point in my life. I felt absolutely no love lost when I left the ground to travel and when I got home, I felt zero sense of home. Maybe we are just a generation from broken homes without a place to congregate on holidays or have every memory tied to a house that we grew up in. I hate to get homesick, but I’m homesick. That sensation doesn’t always go away, even in the town you grew up in. I spent the early part of my life grasping for the future and now I’m to the point where longing for the past is almost taking equal measure. I LOVE the now in so many ways, but I get a little more nostalgic each day for a time and place that never really existed anywhere other than my imagination.