Nostalgia for a home that never existed.
I have the greatest longing to go home. I can picture my home vividly, the house, the land the smell of the fire crackling. Its a simple home in the woods with many windows looking out at the snow falling outside. The fireplace is stone. In my memory I can feel the heat pouring from it. I feel festive in this memory, like maybe its Christmas and people will be coming to be with me soon. In my memory I go outside and feel the coldness enter my lungs I can smell the snow and ice. I feel happy and very content. Thing is..I've never done this and I don't know this house I'm longing for. This isn't a real memory or a dream. But I feel so strongly for this fake place, this false memory I could almost cry. I feel like I want to go home.