It gets into my head, sometimes.
I want to go home. I want to go where there’s peace, and I don’t have to worry all the time.
I want go home, where mom is okay and tells me the same story once or twice, not over and over, and dad doesn’t open his mouth and spout Fox News MAGA propaganda like it’s real. I want to feel like I’m NOT actually the smartest one.
I want to go home, where I can shut off the phone and the computer and go relax in my comfy chair outside and read a book, because nothing that happens could really be that bad.
I want to go home, where I can put time and effort into my house because I really believe there’s a happy future here if only I throw myself into it.
I want to go home, where science wins, and people are at least slowly progressing towards improving the climate change situation, rather than rolling back environmental protections and human protections all at the same time.
I want to go home, where it’s safe to be on the internet, where every single thing you do isn’t bought and paid for and monetized, like it or not, you’re for sale.
I want “Guess I’ll move to Canada!” to be a funny jest again, instead of real consideration, “Hmm. where would I live? what kind of job could I have? How far across the border could I be and still get home for holiday?”
