You Can’t Go Home Again
Posted on January 31st, 2010 at 11:31pm
You can’t go back home to your family, back home to your childhood … back home to a young man’s dreams of glory and of fame … back home to places in the country, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time — back home to the escapes of Time and Memory
My dad, of all people, brought that quote to my attention. Fittingly enough, during a conversation about moving back home. It started with a simple question, whether or not he was okay with the idea. It turned into a huge discussion about too many topics to even remember. It wasn’t an argument, or any kind of fight. Simply a discussion. But… it was enough to make up my mind. I just can’t live in that house again. Absolute last resort.
So I talked to Sarah about the possibility of getting a place together when my lease runs out. I knew going in it was a long shot, but it couldn’t hurt to ask. She seemed rather interested, and while we didn’t talk much about it aside from just putting the thought into her head, she didn’t outright say no. I’ve got a short list of people I could stand to live with, and I told her that she was the first on that list. We’ll see where it goes, but something tells me I should be working on a Plan B.
This isn’t where I should be right now.
Goodnight Moon.
Dream on.