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I think this still happens today, except that people are so denatured that they can't even articulate: "I want to go home" because they don't know where home is

by m3047 3y ago

I think this still happens today, except that people are so denatured that they can't even articulate: "I want to go home" because they don't know where home is or what it is, and it would seem ridiculous even to them to say "I want to go home but I don't even know what that means!". Don't wanna be thought mental. It's probably not simply "home" either, it could involve periodicity, repeated activities, etc. Rosaries, doodling, shoveling shit.

m3047 3y ago
I am deeply touched by the expression of a need for actual "home". I hope everyone can figure out what home is and find it. It is in some way related to self. As a young child I moved from an extremely urban environment, to a relatively pastoral one, and then back to an urban environment. The pastoral one is the one which "stuck" with me. I now live on enough land that there's always yard work and I keep chickens; it's repetitive but changes (with the seasons), and to me that feels like "home". My father was a psychiatrist. An NLP practitioner turned me on to a great hack (for me) of "charging up" (by handling) some object (could be a set of keys, could be almost anything) when I'm in a setting where I'm grounded, centered, at peace, etc. etc. and then handling that object when I need to "find myself". My father in law was an origami master. This gave him the opportunity to learn from and teach others, but the practice not only helped him maintain dexterity but I think it also helped ground him in old age. My wife is an artist. The act of making art helps her mentally process things, helps with dexterity, etc. etc. She also teaches art at a senior center. Not only does it help with dexterity, but it helps stave off dementia. "Art therapy", at least in some form, is not a joke. Best wishes for all of you.
ErigmolCt 3y ago
I am sometimes so scared to imagine myself as a person without a home or without an understanding of what home is
- 01HNNWZ0MV43FF 3y ago
  I've always had a house but I can't remember a strong sense of feeling at home. I don't really like my family. In college I spent 3 years waiting for life to happen, and by the time I started to enjoy it I had to move out. Then I spent about 10 years just saving money at the first job that made me an offer. I've lived a very privileged and sheltered life but I'm in my 30s and never really lived anywhere on purpose or thought "ah I'm home". Even the house I live in now I hate. My next move will at least have a little intention to it.
- SenHeng 3y ago
  My father sold our first flat when I was around 13 or 14, then sold our second flat and moved into a rental unit while I was conscripted. When I got out, he had moved again while all my stuff was left at a relative's. It's partially about not having that physical destination to go to. It's partially about losing a connection to an environment where all my memories, good or bad, developed. It's also partially about just not having anywhere go back to. I could go live with my relatives (I did for 2 years) but it's not really 'my' home. I could go live with my father again but we're both too accustomed to living our own lives to want to live together again. I felt more 'at home' when I moved to Japan, whether living by myself or with roommates than I ever felt back home. There's nothing to go back to anymore. I tell my friends but few people really understand.

by m3047 3y ago

m3047 3y ago

I am deeply touched by the expression of a need for actual "home". I hope everyone can figure out what home is and find it. It is in some way related to self. As a young child I moved from an extremely urban environment, to a relatively pastoral one, and then back to an urban environment. The pastoral one is the one which "stuck" with me. I now live on enough land that there's always yard work and I keep chickens; it's repetitive but changes (with the seasons), and to me that feels like "home". My father was a psychiatrist. An NLP practitioner turned me on to a great hack (for me) of "charging up" (by handling) some object (could be a set of keys, could be almost anything) when I'm in a setting where I'm grounded, centered, at peace, etc. etc. and then handling that object when I need to "find myself". My father in law was an origami master. This gave him the opportunity to learn from and teach others, but the practice not only helped him maintain dexterity but I think it also helped ground him in old age. My wife is an artist. The act of making art helps her mentally process things, helps with dexterity, etc. etc. She also teaches art at a senior center. Not only does it help with dexterity, but it helps stave off dementia. "Art therapy", at least in some form, is not a joke. Best wishes for all of you.

ErigmolCt 3y ago

I am sometimes so scared to imagine myself as a person without a home or without an understanding of what home is

01HNNWZ0MV43FF 3y ago
I've always had a house but I can't remember a strong sense of feeling at home. I don't really like my family. In college I spent 3 years waiting for life to happen, and by the time I started to enjoy it I had to move out. Then I spent about 10 years just saving money at the first job that made me an offer. I've lived a very privileged and sheltered life but I'm in my 30s and never really lived anywhere on purpose or thought "ah I'm home". Even the house I live in now I hate. My next move will at least have a little intention to it.
SenHeng 3y ago
My father sold our first flat when I was around 13 or 14, then sold our second flat and moved into a rental unit while I was conscripted. When I got out, he had moved again while all my stuff was left at a relative's. It's partially about not having that physical destination to go to. It's partially about losing a connection to an environment where all my memories, good or bad, developed. It's also partially about just not having anywhere go back to. I could go live with my relatives (I did for 2 years) but it's not really 'my' home. I could go live with my father again but we're both too accustomed to living our own lives to want to live together again. I felt more 'at home' when I moved to Japan, whether living by myself or with roommates than I ever felt back home. There's nothing to go back to anymore. I tell my friends but few people really understand.