Solastalgia and the Architecture of “Home-Sickness”

I. A grief without departure

Homesickness has always been a condition of travel. There is a sense of ache as the root, and absence as what it measures and is measured by. But recently there has arisen a strange kind of grief, which takes the shape of missing the home one has never left. In 2005, philosopher Glenn Albrecht named this feeling solastalgia – the distress caused by witnessing the degradation of the environment around the self, and the consequent sense of homesickness without the migration. He did this while studying the communities that lived near opencast coal mining facilities in Australia, which woke up every morning in the same house and on the same street, but no longer in the home they knew. Climate change has made this condition near-universal.

II. Weather that forgot its lines

In Marathwada farmers look out for the sky like guests who have forgotten their promises, as the rain may come and it may not, and either decision has the weight of a harvest’s worth of consequences. In the Sundarbans, fishing families gauge the receding edge of their island as one measures the growing height of a child against a doorframe, only this is a measurement that can only ever go one way, and nothing grows back. And in the Himalayas, townspeople who once followed the glacial calendar find themselves adjusting to an increasingly capricious river. None of these people have migrated. They are geographically in the place they have always been in. And yet, they are homesick – for an iteration of home that they have known within living memory. That this feeling has taken root without them needing to move anywhere at all, is the particular tragedy of solastalgia.

III. A nostalgia for the present tense

The strange thing about solastalgia, the thing that gives it away as both a symptom and a philosophical proposition, is its tense. Regular climate anxiety is concerned with the future, and rightly so – it is the flood that has not come yet, the heatwave that has not arrived, the world our children will inherit. The future is what climate grief talks about in the indicative, the factual: the flood that has happened. Solastalgia is the quiet renovation of familiar things without their permission. The walls of the home, marked by the usual birdcall on a given morning, by the flowering season on a specific patch of land, by the smell of the dust when the first monsoon rains come in – what Indian households have always known as the scent of the first baarish – all of these renovations without invitation. You don’t need to leave the house to feel homesick, sometimes it is enough for it to change under your feet, one degree, one season, one well-dry at a time. Solastalgia asks the question climate science does not: not ‘what will we lose?’ but ‘what have we, without thinking, already lost?’

IV. Why it matters more than it seems

It would be easy to write this off as a flourish of aestheticised affect, as something a poet writing about the climate crisis might deploy as a metaphor. But it is not. Emotional displacement has very tangible effects: mental health researchers now link solastalgia with an increase in anxiety and depression amongst affected communities, particularly the young and indigenous groups for whom the land is inseparable from culture. When a coastal community’s language has words for tides and fish migrations that no longer follow the patterns they once did, it is not just an ecological loss but a linguistic one as well. Policies and regulations on emissions or ecological damage cannot take into account the fact that these losses are felt not abstractly but very specifically, as the erosion of climate as lived experience.

V. From ache to repair

But this is what makes this particular emotional architecture strategically interesting to climate action, in fact necessary to it. Homesickness wants to repair what it misses, because it does not know what to do with its grief unless it has a recipient. This is easily observed on a personal level but it also has collective power – a neigbourhood that cleanses a choked stream, a community that plants saplings of a type native to the soil they inhabit but which has no longer been trusted to grow, a village that rehabilitates a wetland it has taken for granted. This is how grief, when turned into action, can be the most effective form of solastalgia. That is also why in many ways, climate movements driven from the ground up and by young people are more potent than those that originate elsewhere, because they restore something specific to place and home that the institutional climate movement often misses.

VI. Building home forward

Maybe the single most important lesson that solastalgia teaches us is that we think of the damage to the environment in degrees and statistics, but people experience it in thresholds and architecture – doorways, riverbanks, the taste of the monsoon season that no longer comes when it is expected. Any climate action that fails to account for this will always seem to the people who live through it, like an event happening elsewhere and to someone else. And the real challenge of what comes next is not only to slow down the changes to the natural world but to re-build, brick by brick, the emotional architecture of home within it.

VII. An act of repair

Solastalgia, to me, is not just an idea I write about. It is something I have tried to act against in what little way I can. In the last few months I have planted some saplings in my area and made a conscious effort to be more considerate in my daily life, of reducing single-use plastic and being careful about my consumption of water and electricity, and paying attention to the small ways we all contribute to the phenomenon this essay talks about. It is not a huge intervention but it is mine nonetheless, and I think it is always important to act within one’s means against something as large and frightening as climate change.

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