…for that feeling you have when you are so homesick for a time, a place, when everything in general was pretty fucking great and you knew it and you took it all in and said to yourself “This is the best it’s ever gonna be” and you didn’t assume a thing and you sort of knew it wasn’t going to last, but you hoped it would, and you wrote about it and photodocumented it and you even drew pictures despite being unable to draw, and you just can’t go back to it? Homesick for a time in your life you can never recapture?
It isn’t sentimentality. It isn’t nostalgia. It isn’t saudade. It isn’t pathos. It’s something far more visceral. There needs to be a word for this feeling.
What would I do to just go back to those very happy, totally overlooked and totally taken for granted blips in my past. What would any of us do to be there again. What would any of us do.
Homesick is the only word that keeps coming up for me. Except there’s no home to go back to.

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