A hometown is a big part of many people's identity. Yet, there is a point in many young adults' lives where their home no longer feels the same way it once did. A husk of what it used to be, gone is the comfort of familiarity; all that remains are the warm memories of youth. In September 2019, I spent an evening with an old friend in my deteriorating hometown. As we wandered somber streets, I felt something amiss in the place I had always called home. And within me arose a feeling, the closest word to which I can attribute is: desiderium.