When I started looking in to Gone Home, it was explained to me in its most basic form as a “ dem feels game where you walk around your house, read notes, and your sister is gay”. It’s weird how just thinking about a home can draw in all of these memories, but they’re all things I was constantly reminded of while playing Gone Home.
With all of the good memories also come the ones from the darkest period of my entire life from the relentless bullying in school to the rocky, hopeless relationship I had with my dad at the time (that has since been repaired, thankfully). Whenever I’d go back to visit my parents, I’d open the door to my old room and still imagine it littered wall-to-wall with Korn, Coal Chamber, and Marilyn Manson posters, Playstation games alphabetically ordered along my shelf, crumpled pages of practice graffiti smothering my art desk, and a stack of old horror VHS tapes a mile high, all covered in a thin layer of dust. I moved away from home at 18, but I could still draw you a map or describe every single room in that house, all the way down to the most minute detail. Your siblings have grown up, your parents’ relationship may be different, or maybe things just aren’t how you remember them. If you’re an adult and you’ve ever lived on your own before, you probably know that feeling you get when you come back to visit your family and see that life has moved along without you.
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