I kind of feel like one of the only kin that doesn’t miss my homeworld. My homeworld was shit. This world is, by far, a better place to live, and I’m grateful to be here instead of still there. I do miss the people from my old life, though, and that by far hurts more than anything else.
Sometimes the worlds we came from were crap, anon. I’m sure you’re not the only kin who came from a dystopia or just a nasty place in general. I can’t blame you for not specifically missing your homeworld!
