(fallen london stamps by it saddens me when people act as if the solution to a place being shitty about trans rights or other basic things is to move. like obviously this "advice" is blatantly ignorant of things like finances and social connections and immigration bullshit, but also... like, sometimes people do actually like where they live?
me, I prefer where I live now, and have no plans on moving. but sometimes I think about [unspecified Southern US locale], and miss it. there are plenty of things I don't miss, obviously. but I find myself feeling A Way about how, out from the city, you could look to the horizon and see all the way to the end of the earth. I miss the food, all those massive portions of heart-stopping fried everything. I miss the twang of people's accents. I miss things that I know I shouldn't miss, like the thick lines of ants along my family's back porch.
there are plenty of people who have no attachment at all to where they live and would leave in a heartbeat if they could. and I think they should be given the resources to do so - I think everyone should have the freedom to live where they want. but also, there can be dapples of beauty or just a wonderful, wistful familiarity even in the most unglamourous, mundane, armpit-of-the-world places, and people shouldn't be forced to give them up because of assholes.
(this post brought to you by a British friend showing me a brand of handsoap I've never seen before, and me thinking about all the small things that exist there that don't in the states)
