I feel strange.
It’s been 18 months since I was last home, and that was for my father’s funeral. Everything is so familiar, my childhood and adulthood was here, my friends and family are still here. It’s like a big trip down memory lane but I’m not necessarily enjoying it. It’s a cross between comfortable and painful.
I didn’t have a bad childhood but my relationship with my mother deteriorated in my teens, and has never recovered. I had a big group of friends but no self-confidence. I felt hugely inadequate all through my 20s and 30s.
Living abroad, I feel free from everything - from social and family pressures. I just get on with being me. I wonder if was trying to run away?? And now I feel disloyal to my roots.
We could move back tomorrow (though we’re not planning to) and slot right back in. It would be very easy socially, financially, logistically. This is all very reassuring until I think of how emotionally uncomfortable I am here. The emotional bit would be super hard. Being surrounded by my history hurts.
I guess I’m different now. A lot of hard stuff has happened and coming back just reminds me of that I suppose. But is it healthy to just turn around and walk away and leave it behind?
I don’t know what the point of posting is, guess I wonder if anyone else has felt the same.