#Moving Away

[musings-n-museums]

for immigrant daughters + for my grandma

sa hindi pag-alala by munimuni || pinterest || biyaheng pier 1963 (pinterest) || the true meaning of nostaglia (the new yorker) drawn by eleni kalorkoti || part of your world by alan menken (the little mermaid) || godspeed by frank ocean || manila street scene (1954) taken by ed_mola / eduardo de leon || ruth 1:16 from the bible || white ferrari by frank ocean || everything everywhere all at once directed by daniel Kwan and daniel scheinert

[celestesinsight]

January 17, 2024!

It's not an easy feat, packing your entire life in few bags and leaving behind the only home you have known. Especially for someone like me, who have never left home for hostel or anything. But sometimes, leaving is necessary for growth. I need to get out of my comfort zone, then only I can achieve my true potential and know what I am actually capable of.

[strrywitxofthewest]

Though nothing will keep us together We could steal time just for one day We can be heroes for ever and ever What d'you say?

— Heroes, David Bowie

A love letter to the friends I've made and loved and lost and reconnected. You will all forever be inextricable to me.

[cynicalcharisma]

leaving ur country does feel surreal at times. like i have looked forward to this day where i’d leave the violence and trauma behind (at least physically if not emotionally). now that it's coming near i have so much cold feet. maybe i don't want to leave. maybe i’ll miss the food, the weather, the language, and so much more.

[hekate-writes]

Growing up and moving away from the people you knew and loved feels so weird. It's like,

i know everything that breaks your heart and exactly the way it breaks, so much so that I can trace every crack and put it back piece by piece

But we're on different paths now as the wheel of time takes us to different ends, i can't be around to watch your heart shatter nor to put it back

But know one thing, that even from miles away, i remember the way your heart breaks, and i remember how to put it back together just as easily as i remember to breathe

[februarytales]

When you spread your wings and fly away from the home you've always known, rarely do you realize the depth of the fact that it would not be so easy to return.

I miss everything about my home. Now that I've left, all I want is to go back.

Crawl into my bed and fall asleep to the sounds of the sea.

The sea and its crashing waves, a lullaby that has sneaked into my life without me even realizing.

I cannot sleep in the silence of this new city.

I miss the waves.

And the comfort knowing that the sea is awake and keeping me company.

[aviesuniversestuff]

Again & Again & Again & Again

I try to ignore it but I'm a little homesick,

For a place I hated when I lived in it.

That's not to say I don't love the beach,

Or the way that life now feels like biting into a peach,

Just ripe and messy,

But the flavour is just so gorgeous,

But if I miss the plain old apple am I thoughtless?

I haven't told my parents,

That I sometimes feel this way,

There are sometimes moments,

Where I wish for just one more day.

One more day out in London,

Southern accents all around,

A sprinkling of sun,

But most of the weather is rain-bound.

It's not like I'll never see London again,

I just won't have the luxury to live there but then,

I know I'd get sick of it all over again,

Pretend that I wasn't and when,

I step away I want to move again.

It's weird knowing you may never return to the house in which you grew up,

But maybe all the wallowing but new beginning is just luck,

They say: "Your new life must cost you your old one,"

So why don't I want it back?

I want London if London wasn't in London and that's that.

[ashas-autistic-alcove]

i haven’t cried

once since moving out.

but

every night, i sit on my bed eating the

food i can hardly afford,

teetering on the verge

of tears

but never making it over the

edge.

[americanstarlette]

This town is choking me. I need to getting out. and go to a different place. cut my hair short. change my entire appearance. and my name. i will be someone new by noon. when the sun rises i am her, when the sun sets i am born again.

“you wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.”

—Toni Morrison

[vividdreamer]

For all those who live in places that forbid even the simplest desires, and are dreaming about moving away.

Please do not repost without my permission.

ttl: A dream of soft pastels and gold

A wild bear paces about in circles;

behind rusting bars they dream of trees.

A circus with patterns of red and purple,

few colors for an eternity to see.

I burry myself 'neath the covers,

and dream of soft pastels and gold.

A world with strife like all others,

but happier for the young and old.

Wind in my hair

Swimming at the beach

Playful flirting as I dare

Shameless, arousing speech

Taking risks

The thrill of being alive

Or keeping it slow

Long as I thrive

Wearing my style

Indulging new foods

Having a dance

Expressing my moods

Sweet dates held

At cafes, galleries

Monsters felled

For biting, clawing me

To belong somewhere

With a chosen family

My own little life

Of happiness plenty.

[shree-narayani]

Won't you ?

Won't you let me hold your hand In the last of my breaths! When light is fading from my eyes Won't you look into them ?

When death pales my face Won't you give me a smile so colourful ? Even if it drains you of all the light

Will you let me go ? Even if you're dying to hold on....

Embracing me in your arms Together we'll reminisce All the moments of joy As slowly we part

After I'm gone Remember me But move on to a life Prettier than what ever you imagined....

Narayaणी

[beemintty]

My heart is split in two.

I want to be in the past with the old but they don't know me anymore.

But I'm here now with people who still don't know me.

Let go.

Be here.

[celestesinsight]

The hardest part of moving away is to choose what to take along with you and what to leave behind.

[strrywitxofthewest]

I keep trying to have a better goodbye with you in my dreams.

[ainasthoughts]

With only three days left for me to go to college, I grieve for the things I'm unknowingly saying goodbye to. For the man who runs the shop near my high school who won't be the first person to greet me every morning anymore. Neither will he ever get to ask again, "Is tomorrow a study leave?", nor will I ever know.

When I can't breath due to thoughts of my future, I heave for things that will remain static and endure through time. Like the view from my balcony, my mother's garden and my sister. Maybe the house in front of my balcony will be a building, instead of a quaint house in a few years. Might be my mother will grow cabbages and spinach instead of chillies and lemon in a few months. My sister will be a new person in four years. But it's still going to be the balcony I love watching sunsets from, food I love to feast on, and people I love sharing memories with. And I heave for I may not be there to witness the moments in between. To be always informed a little late and arrive even later.

[rastronomicals]

9:18 PM EDT September 1, 2024:

Ween - “Moving Away” From the album The Pod (September 20, 1991)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

With apologies to The Young Ones, best Leonard Cohen goof ever.

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