[The Story] Aspirations of Homesickness

How much would you sacrifice to make your aspirations possible? How important is your comfort? As we grow older, there’s a growing sense of wanting more from life. For Trishna (right), she wants to go to college to fulfill her dreams and become independently successful, well, along with John (left), yet part of that means leaving her retiring service dog Pollyanna (center) and family at home. How might that answer be addressed in “The Story?”

Spoiler Warning Scale: Minor (character exploration)

Balancing progress and comfort is tough.

Trishna’s life was all about getting through school. She studied hard, did well, and did all she could to navigate toward getting into the University of Eville with a scholarship. Through her determination and hard work, she achieved that!

With a small chance of luck, too?

John, having just moved to the area in the events of “The Scene” the summer before, didn’t have quite the same luck. They had been friends for years and he held decent grades, so through chance or her parents, also went to the same college.

With a stronger chance of luck? (Narrative contrivance…?)

The first conundrum of growing up for Trishna comes in the form of leaving Pollyanna at home. Trishna’s parents got Pollyanna to help her through compulsory school, not knowing the full extent of her disabilities. Trishna was mostly self-sufficient.

Pollyanna only qualified as a service dog during that short time.

Pollyanna can’t join Trishna and John on their route to college. They can visit on the weekends, but otherwise, no, and that’s the hardest part of college for Trishna. Growing up in close proximity to Pollyanna is a void that can’t be ignored.

Trishna misses Pollyanna more frequently than home.

John does too, with next to nothing to sacrifice when, through the events tentatively called “The Scene” the summer before college, Trishna’s family saved him from a bad situation. Pollyanna was non-judgemental and Trishna’s home was nice.

Their farm was the first home he really ever had.

Their summer before college was an opportunity for him to learn about the kindness of others. He learned teamwork through working with Trishna’s family and grew especially fond of Pollyanna and her occasionally genre-savvy antics.

Weekly visits aren’t quite the same.

Even so, both are sacrifices that both Trishna and John must make in order to aspire to become better versions of themselves. We’ve all done similar sacrifices, it’s been portrayed in thousands of different ways. (El Topo is particularly poignant.)

Why do they – and we – do it?

Their society, family, and culture all imbue ambition through showing that the opportunity to live well-enough off, achieving a certain level of serenity, is just a series of years of hard work (and lucky indifference) away. They buy into it.

As most of us subconsciously do.

We want the structure and stability of a nice job, nice place to live, where everything is nice. Who wants conflict? Constantly being challenged doesn’t sound too fun…

Unless homesickness doesn’t ail much!

Endtable:
Quotes: None
Sources: None
Inspirations: Busing and walking around Seattle, considering my past and future efforts, along with where they align within this greater societal whole.
Related: Essays building “The Story.”
Pictures: I wanted to get a close crop, but my camera’s macro focus is not good. Instead, I took the photo below and cropped it. This might be the hip new style going forward.
Written On: May 22nd, 25th
Last Edited: May 25th

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Author: Zombiepaper (Anthony)

My big goal is to write. My important goal is to write "The Story." My proudest moment is the most recent time I overcame a fear, which should have been today. I'm a better zombie than I was yesterday. Let's strive to be better everyday. (Avatar)

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