Alaska with out a doubt is beautiful. Although I missed that memo while I lived there. But you can't deny it, it is stunning. However, every time I return to Anchorage I am plagued with the same thing. Emptiness. Emptiness for a place that I once called home. This messes with my mind because I am a person who tries to find meaning in things. Purpose. And when I return to Anchorage I expect to be filled with nostalgia, and I am not.
I am working on it, I think. I was told recently in a "reading" to find that girl who once experienced much joy in her youth. Find her and remind yourself of what that felt like. So while I was in Anchorage I tried to find her. And I did, sort of. I found her in the parts of Anchorage that were so beautiful. Hopefully I can hold on to those images/feelings. Because what a shame not to.