The themes of home and homesickness and alienation and connection and tragedy and love in asoiaf really get to me. The way the Starks are always in some mind connection with their past and family, how the memories of each other’s brothers and sisters and parents are brought up so often in their chapters. Something always reminds them of each other, they fall in love with people who remind them of each other, they long to see each other, but it’s a dead longing. A longing that says “I wish I could be that little girl again, that little girl whose hatred for her siblings was love”. “I wish I could be her, but I never will, I wish I could see their faces again, because then part of me will reconnect to home”. The desperation, the sadness behind all that. The wolf howls, the wolf analogies, the wolf dreams. The way Sansa is cut off from all that, because she becomes a Lannister. The way Arya is trying so hard to forget Winterfell and Nymeria, and Jon, and Ned, and Bran, and Sansa, and Needle, but it can’t leave, it’s under the skin, the face beneath the masks is still Arya’s. The wolf dreams she has no control over. The way for Bran the wolf dreams, thoughts of Winterfell are a comfort rather than a faint memory, in his wolf dreams he is alive and well. In his dreams he is powerful, he is Brandon Stark of Winterfell, not a lost cripple boy among endless snow. How Jon has left home behind, and yet can’t help thinking of Arya and Sansa and Robb, and yet he rejects the title Stark, because for all he wants it, he can’t forsake his vows, because that is what his father had taught him, and it all ties back to Winterfell. Winterfell, the home and the tomb. The womb, the prison, the haven. The Stark children are scattered across the world like seeds in the wind, and yet even if they aren’t trying to come home, home is in their minds, always. The regret, the homesickness, the desire to return, and yet the way each of them choses leads them away from home. I wonder what will happen when they come back. Will they realise that Winterfell is home no longer? Will they rebuild it and make it home again? Like, the struggle is there. They can’t escape being Starks, no matter the colour of the cloak, the words they speak, the people they wed.