"In the same way that copper tarnishes over time, so do my feelings about my home state. Some of them are dark, bitter memories and some take on that bright blue-green patina of nostalgia. If I scratch at it long enough, there are parts of it that shine as bright as the sun. The older I get, the more complicated it feels… I’m homesick all the time, but I also can’t imagine ever calling it home again."
I resonate with this post so much. The push-pull of a place I love yet no longer feel at home. Arizona will always hold my broken heart, a place that no longer loves me.
Heh... it's been so long since I've been back it could have come full circle by now and I'd never know it. I could really go for a jerk chicken plate from Chino Bandito right now though.
"In the same way that copper tarnishes over time, so do my feelings about my home state. Some of them are dark, bitter memories and some take on that bright blue-green patina of nostalgia. If I scratch at it long enough, there are parts of it that shine as bright as the sun. The older I get, the more complicated it feels… I’m homesick all the time, but I also can’t imagine ever calling it home again."
I resonate with this post so much. The push-pull of a place I love yet no longer feel at home. Arizona will always hold my broken heart, a place that no longer loves me.
Exactly... I was made from it, not for it.
Thanks for a local's-eye-view of things
Heh... it's been so long since I've been back it could have come full circle by now and I'd never know it. I could really go for a jerk chicken plate from Chino Bandito right now though.
That sounds tasty