PostSecret: I Just Want To Go Home
PostSecret usually posts their secrets on Sunday, but I noticed that they didn’t post last Sunday. This Wednesday, however, a group of secrets showed up.
This postcard from PostSecret sounds so familiar I could have written it myself. I love that it got a little damaged in the mailing process and part of it is ripped off.
I am still haunted by the thought, “I want to go home.” I hear my inner voice saying that a lot and I have no idea what it means. I’ve talked about it before here:
Do I want to go back to the house on White Cherry Way? The family that lives there probably wouldn’t appreciate me barging into their house. I’m sure they don’t appreciate how many times I drive by.
Do I want to go back to being a child and living with my parents? No. I’m happy as an adult.
Do I want to go back to Montana? Hell no.
Have I never truly found a home since I left my parents? Maybe that’s it, but if I can’t create a home of my own by now, will I ever be able to?
Hello, mystery postcard sender: I just want to go home too. Can you point me in the right direction?
PostSecret‘s beneficiary is the National Hopeline Network. It is a 24-hour hotline (1 (800) SUICIDE) for anyone who is thinking about suicide or knows someone who is considering it.
i agree
Comment by shay — 2/11/2010 @ 4:15 am
this is exactly how i feel :/.
Comment by cait — 10/4/2010 @ 5:54 pm
on Feb. 8th 2010, i left my Old Kentucky Home as it were, to seek out a life in Virginia. anywhere would’ve been fine for me, it just turned out that way. it was one of those internet romance things you sometimes hear about. and in the very beginning, Karen and I were so much in love with each other it wasn’t even funny.
we would sometimes get bored, and hop in the jeep and drive until the tank was almost out. jesus h. christ that was fun. we’d drive around for hours and hours. just one of many memories i shall never forget.
now almost 12 years later, things have taken a turn for the worse. we fallen out of love with each other and now we’re just hanging on. knowing it’s not going to end well for either of us.
now all i can think about is going home. or somewhere near home at least. i long with all my heart to smell the sweet air and feel the green, green grass underneath my feet. to walk down to the river and watch the world go by. maybe even jump in…lol.
but then again, can you ever really go home once you’ve left???.
God in heaven…i sincerely hope i can.
Comment by Josh — 3/2/2011 @ 7:37 pm
omg..sorry, that was supposed to say Feb. 8th of 2000…lol.
Comment by Josh — 3/2/2011 @ 7:38 pm
I know this above is years and years old. Nonetheless I gotta respond here. I am 1950s babyboomer, recently displaced 3000 miles from adopted- home ground on the balmy Gulf Coast South where I was quite content … to the raw, rugged, severe , cold, nasty weather, Northwest Coast. I don’t know people here either.
Long distance friends keep saying, You will adjust. I firmly state, No I won’t. I just want to go home! I’m so homesick it is making me I’ll!
Thank you one and all.
P.S. Kentucky born, Colorado steeped for 3 decades, Gulf Coast South x 9 years.
Comment by Elizabeth — 4/8/2014 @ 5:19 pm
I stumbled upon this and this is EXACTLY how I feel today. I lost my house to foreclosure (due to my three surgeries and my baby’s open heart surgery). I mailed my payment late. The bank mailed it back. I literally slept somewhere else last night. It was the first time in 10 years I wasn’t home. This is the sentence that’s been going through my head all day…….I just want to go home. I can’t. My house is gone.
Comment by Linda — 4/15/2014 @ 3:41 pm
I know I just want to go home as well ! Can anyone tell me where that is?
Comment by Mo — 7/30/2014 @ 10:35 am