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Originally posted by Spritebox
Whenever I arrive back to my hometown of Charlotte, NC, I become depressed for about a month. After experiencing greener pastures, Charlotte seems so...boring, lame, and just plain underdeveloped. I feel as if I've been cheated for living here. I feel as though I've been using a top of the line Alienware computer, it breaking, and having to use a shitty E-machine. That metaphor pretty much sums up my feelings of returning to Charlotte.
God, I want to live abroad forever.
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The Austin Lounge Lizards used to sing a song about the kind of feelings you've got:
"That Godforsaken Hellhole I Call Home"
When life calls me to travel far and wide
Thoughts of home are with me as down the road I ride
Up on the highest mountain or out on the deep blue sea
I can't forget my friends and family
There's no place on the planet quite the same
No matter how far out I go to play this worldly game
Breezes may smell sweeter the farther afield they blow
But back to where I came from I must go
To that Godforsaken hellhole I call home
Always calls me back again
wherever I may roam
as squalid as Calcutta; decadent as Rome
That Godforsaken hellhole I call home
When I see that Welcome sign I shed a tear
Why have I come back again; what am I doing here?
But like a life-long prison without hope for parole
I can't escape these shackles on my soul
That Godforsaken hellhole I call home
Always calls me back again
wherever I may roam
Farther out than Fargo; lonelier than Nome
That Godforsaken hellhole I call home
The stranger came to town and asked me why
Instead of pulling in again I don't just pass it by?
But all my friends are buried here and some of them are dead
So home is where I'll always hang my head
That Godforsaken hellhole I call home
Always calls me back again wherever I may roam
Squalid as Calcutta; decadent as Rome
That Godforsaken hellhole I call home