#this has been 'getting Feelings on main' for the day now for regularly scheduled shitposting

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it came up in conversation the other day that while i do know two other cajuns up here in washington, one is an artist that i've met but am not friends with, and the other is a friend but who doesn't seem to have much attachment to the culture

i'd been having somewhat of a cultural crisis for the last several years after moving away from the south in general, but going back home and really learning about acadian history and everything done to us has just opened up all of those complicated feelings about acadiana all over again.

and i realised that i'm really just...alone, here. i have all these thoughts and emotions but no one to talk to about them that really gets it. no one who knows the feeling of being tied by your soul to a place you can't physically be long-term anymore and how hard it is to keep that culture alive in you when you're so far away. it's just me and my books and my teach-yourself-cajun-french cds in my room while i beg my mouth to remember the accent i'm supposed to have without actively thinking about it