That's exactly how I feel when I realize I can no longer call Boston and New England home. I went back to visit this weekend and I felt incredibly sad to feel like more than a tourist but less than a resident. It was a weird experience. I have so much fun with my friends there, but to know I'm not going to be sleeping in my own bed at the end of the night or hear them make plans for the week that I can no longer take part is somewhat surreal still.
Not a lot has changed since I "left" and I know it's only a matter of time before street names start fading and places start changing. While I know this was a decision I had to make, it's also a decision that still hurts.
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Ouch. I don't want to feel like that. But I already do...and I haven't even left yet!
One more thing...I would just like to say how PERFECT your description of this feeling is...like a jealous ex-girlfriend. I couldn't have said it better no matter how hard I tried.
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