Tuesday, June 23, 2015

An Impossible Wish

I apologize for this being a "downer" post, but I've got to get these thoughts out of my head before they drive me into depression any deeper.

Back in the... 1940s, I think it was, my grandma Nellie moved into a house in Dearborn Heights. She would live there for the remaining 60+ years or so of her life; even in her final months, when complications from a hip injury meant that she would have to stay in the hospital and rehab center, she just wanted to go back home.

In a way, I understand how she felt. I'm more than 800 miles away from the city where I was raised. It is impossible for me to return there; my own hatred for driving and traveling is working against me, and even if I were inclined to go there provided my parents went there for vacation, someone has to look after the cats. Added to that is the fact that my mind has become increasingly distracted by minor things over the past decade, plus my constant state of tiredness---a deadly combination if you're driving a vehicle, hence why I've never had a driver's license. But for all that circumstances have conspired against me, and for all that Dearborn Heights isn't what it used to be anymore, I still have that truly impossible wish:

To be able to walk through the neighborhoods that I once called home just one last time.

I miss Grandma.

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But enough sad and depressing stuff. Hit it, Zorak! BWA-HAHAHAHAHAAAA!