Longing
The following picture set represents places in which I long to be now that I'm back in the place I longed to be in while in said places. I'm fucked up in a way which makes me constantly pine for what was.
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About Me
- Kevin
- I grew up in Georgia. In the last few years I have lived in Chicago, Taiwan, and Guatemala. I'm currently in grad school back in Chicago.
Do you think it's the physical place, or the people/experiences/emotional journey that you long for? I think about that in regards to my own longings. Just yesterday as I was returning home from a retreat, I was finding myself excited to be coming home, and then as soon as I got here, I got depressed that I have no plans to go anywhere else anytime soon. We are strange creatures. We meaning people.
I suffer from the same affliction. It's like sailing...oh the longing to leave land, set sail, go someplace new. Then the longing to arrive in port, get a hot shower, a hot meal, a decent night sleep. Then onto daydreaming about the next time you cut the lines and head off...I feel ya buddy!