I’ve lived in the same house for my entire rememberable existence. And I’ve lived in the same small town my entire life. So for me, attachment to home is deeply sight-based. The roads and paths and trails of my town are all known to me, and seeing them never had to register in my mind.
I went out of the country for a couple months, and this was my first time living abroad alone. I thought of taking a picture of some streets or pathes of my neighbourhood and I didn’t. I thought I’d regret it, becsuse I might forget what it all looked like. But as soon as I came back home, I realized that I didn’t need pictures. I needed the feeling of belonging.
Impasse: a juncture at which there is no way forward. A deadlock, stalemate.
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