Wish for Home

[AlmostNiceGuyParticipant 210]

I’ve lived in the states, about 5 years in Ecuador, but I was born and raised in Venezuela. While I do meet Venezuelan abroad, more and more recently, I still have certain “difficulties” living in the States. I have something to ask you, fellow brothers, and I’m not trying to be a buzzkill or anything. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to not be able to go home. I don’t mean home as a house, I am very much aware and sorry that some of you have been destroyed by the marriage/divorce institution. I mean going HOME, a place where you see your family, where every smell, taste, sound relates to an joyful and distant memory? Where your stride is met by the brisk breeze of bliss and nostalgia, where the dirt beneath your feet grounds you, telling you “You belong here”. Where the people’s warmth and joy resonate within you, powerfully turning a frown upside-down. Where every pot hole on the road, every rainy day, every argument and every problem, means nothing, because you are home, and are with the people that care. Well now, what if I told you that instead of home being a street, house, county or state, it was a country. Then, the country and people you loved so very much, was being undermined by a government. A government with lots of money, lots of guns, and lots of poverty-stricken individuals to bribe. Then you see that food gets more and more expensive, suddenly you see that your family is eating less, see your dad lose weight drastically, no-one telling you that he is starving himself so that you can eat. Then there is an opportunity, in a different country, different customs, different people. Being pulled out of your roots, you leave home, misty eyed and leave most of your family behind. Then you meet fellow people from home, all of them the same kind of people that you knew and loved, all of them finding new life abroad. You go out with them, share with them, laugh with them. And in the darkest dawns, when the liquor is almost gone and the cigarettes light the dark, you can’t help yourself from speaking of home. The food, the people, the views, the memories. Even though most do not say it, everyone has the exact same wish. A wish that things were different, that you could go back. Wishing that you could feel that same dirt beneath your feet, that you could breathe that same air, speak to the same people, eat the same food, and see your family once again. If things were different, if you could walk for a block without being robbed, or wear the watch a dying family member left you in the open without fear of being killed for it, or simply to go back without the fear of being kidnapped. This wish, is something that I have encountered with every single Venezuelan I have ever encountered, and I am sure it is not exclusive to us. Problem is, this is a problem that most don’t see, that whatever country you are in most have lived there their entire lives and WISH to leave, not knowing what its like. I’ll go back, someday, as I’m sure most of us will, but until that day I long for that air, food, people, family. I long for home. Some of you will see this as just a petty inconvenience, and all of this is objective. I just felt I needed to get this off my chest, since the National Assembly voting is today, and hopefully things change.

[Faust For ScienceParticipant 22595]

AlmostNiceGuy wrote:

I mean going HOME, a place where you see your family, where every smell, taste, sound relates to an joyful and distant memory?

Part of my family use to live on an island on the east coast. A always considered living on that island my true home. Eventually, when I was still a child, those relatives move away from that island and I lacked means to go there.

To this day I miss not going back. And I can only go back to visit for a few hours. But, that is the island. Not that home I lived in.

AlmostNiceGuy wrote:

Then, the country and people you loved so very much, was being undermined by a government. A government with lots of money, lots of guns, and lots of poverty-stricken individuals to bribe. Then you see that food gets more and more expensive, suddenly you see that your family is eating less, see your dad lose weight drastically, no-one telling you that he is starving himself so that you can eat.

Yea. We see it in almost every western nation.

[Bob BashboshParticipant 160]

That’s a very moving introduction AlmostNiceGuy. I can’t pretend to know what it is that you must feel but I can imagine how painful it is for you. I hope your repatriation comes quickly so that you can, once again, enjoy the sense of belonging that you so desperately yearn for. In the mean time, welcome to MGTOW, may it be a refuge for you in times of struggle. We’re none of us entirely happy with the state of the world as it stands at this point in time but there is a certain serenity in solidarity. 🙂

[Crazy CanuckMember 4215]

I know what you mean dude, I live in Canada however i was born in South Korea. I moved here to Canada when I was only 6 years old. I have dealt with a lot of racism and now it’s crazy women. I never felt Canada as my home because people told me I wasn’t Canadian.
My wish is go back to South Korea where there is at least more sanity.

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[Anonymous 29]

AlmostNiceGuy wrote:

I just felt I needed to get this off my chest,

Everyone deals with emotional situations like that on their own and sometimes with help, if they are lucky.
At age 13 I became a political refugee in 1969. My memories were much like yours, sprinkled with firearms , police and soldiers

A couple of years ago I roughly calculated that for the last 47 years I thought about my early life and place of birth, about once a week
year in, year out. But then, every time the thoughts of ” they shot me, they wanted to kill my family and me ” and the longing stops but memories remain.

I’ve never been back. F~~~ them.
That is how I deal and have dealt with my feelings about it.
But as they say . . . “each to his own.”

[RoyDalParticipant]

I was raised in a military family, so every two years I was from somewhere else. I never put down the kind of roots that someone who grows up in the same place might. Frankly, I’m glad — all that travel enriched my life in many ways.

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[Elric GreenstoneParticipant 1637]

I tried chasing the past, and let me tell you this: leave the past in the past, because if you try to find it again, you will find out that it is no longer there, it is gone,

A lot of Westerners feel the same way you do, frankly. Our country, like yours, is becoming a socialist hellhole, and most of us would like somewhere to escape to. My own guess is that Russia may well be that someplace, but I’m as yet unconvinced. I’m starting to believe all the wheels have to come off before everything resets.

As a Christian, I also wonder if these are end times.

Looking at the news, I see that the socialists lots in what’s left of your country last night, with a somewhat reasonable majority. Not sure how much of one they need to really change things.

If I had to give you general advice, it would be to stay in the States, get a public education in SET subjects (f~~~ the acronym STEM) as at high a level as you can, and get your family the hell out. I don’t see things getting better there any time soon. A generation of socialist indoctrination – coupled with most of the intelligent people of your nation fleeing – is not going to make for realistic opportunities for rebuilding.

I live in South Florida, which is home to the extent that I grew up here, and not at all home to the extent that it’s been completely wrecked by greed and crony capitalism (socialism). I generally use the analogy that it’s similar to having been a resident of Dresden who was posted elsewhere during the war.

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