There's nothing that inspires me to write as much as a trip "home".
Okay...before I start sharing my deepest thoughts ;-) with you, I feel like I have to let you know something very important in order to avoid misunderstanding: I really love my parents! I DO!
BUT "Your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life." (Chuck Palahniuk)
OR "Children are born as their parents' opponents/ oppositions."
(that's my free translation from a German quote ...)
The question is...what is "home" actually? Is it the place where you grew up, is it the place where you live(d) together with your parents or is it something else somewhere else? I never thought I would ever have trouble defining "home" but ever since I moved out things have changed. It's not that I don't like my parents anymore...God forbid! I hope they live forever...it's just that I got to know other things and I'm mainly talking about the living together and that's what a family is, isn't it? So here I am now living in this beautiful dorm with these beautiful people and I'm confused. Shouldn't I be homesick? I'm not and as if that wouldn't be bad enough it's mostly quite the opposite: I'm more often "homesick" when I leave Graz and am in Vienna at "home". Am I a bad person, a bad child? Maybe I just grew up or I got to know things that I dindn't really know before. Experience is such a beautiful thing, don't you think so? Maybe the thing is just as simple as that: All the people I'm living together with in Graz are about my age, plus we're all in the same boat.
I have no clue...but I hope I will find out one day!
Okay...before I start sharing my deepest thoughts ;-) with you, I feel like I have to let you know something very important in order to avoid misunderstanding: I really love my parents! I DO!
BUT "Your parents, they give you your life, but then they try to give you their life." (Chuck Palahniuk)
OR "Children are born as their parents' opponents/ oppositions."
(that's my free translation from a German quote ...)
The question is...what is "home" actually? Is it the place where you grew up, is it the place where you live(d) together with your parents or is it something else somewhere else? I never thought I would ever have trouble defining "home" but ever since I moved out things have changed. It's not that I don't like my parents anymore...God forbid! I hope they live forever...it's just that I got to know other things and I'm mainly talking about the living together and that's what a family is, isn't it? So here I am now living in this beautiful dorm with these beautiful people and I'm confused. Shouldn't I be homesick? I'm not and as if that wouldn't be bad enough it's mostly quite the opposite: I'm more often "homesick" when I leave Graz and am in Vienna at "home". Am I a bad person, a bad child? Maybe I just grew up or I got to know things that I dindn't really know before. Experience is such a beautiful thing, don't you think so? Maybe the thing is just as simple as that: All the people I'm living together with in Graz are about my age, plus we're all in the same boat.
I have no clue...but I hope I will find out one day!
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