Wednesday, September 5, 2012

homesick for a place that doesn't even exist

This past March, B and I drove back to our hometown, for what we called "a day in the life of Kayla and Bailey at 16." We used to have these infamous drives at 16 where she would pick me up, we would drive around our small, small town for hours on end just listening to music and taking photos.
This was our last infamous drive through the town where we grew up.
At 24 & 25 we drove to the places that made us feel 16 again. 
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"You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone.
You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever 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 don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know.
Maybe that's all family really is.
A group of people that miss the same imaginary place."
- Garden State -
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