the psychology of feeling homesick for your own life
you know that feeling when you’re sitting in your own apartment on a random tuesday evening and you suddenly feel homesick, except you’re already home? everything around you is familiar: your couch, your books, the mug you always use for tea; but somehow you feel like you’re waiting to arrive somewhere, like the real version of your life is happening just slightly out of reach and you’re stuck living in this adjacent version that doesn’t quite count.
