By Ashley Fern | Elite Daily ©
It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know?
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”
There will come a time in adulthood when you make that cherished journey back to the place where you grew up.
A time when you book a plane ticket and embark on that familiar voyage back to the place where you lost your first tooth, where you had your first kiss and where you learned your first lessons about life.
You leave the life you’ve been creating for yourself, the life that seems so small compared to the one your parents made for you.
You take a deep breath and make that trip home.
You get to your hometown and drive down the same streets you still know like the back of your hand.
You see your family, you reminiscence and you go to sleep in your old bed.
Somewhere along the way, it will hit you.