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After being ejected into the void when Putt pulled the plug on Voat and becoming yet another nationless refugee I've been struggling to adapt to my new surroundings.

I am grateful to my hosts here at Poal. You guys have been welcoming, and even the content is not that bad. But there is something missing and I just can't put my finger on it. What it is isn't minor either, I feel my whole experience is diminished, but I just can't define what it is. I've also tried the other alternatives and they're even worse. The discord for example, it would seem people have already given up.

If anyone has felt this and managed to define it I'd be curious what you call it.

After being ejected into the void when Putt pulled the plug on Voat and becoming yet another nationless refugee I've been struggling to adapt to my new surroundings. I am grateful to my hosts here at Poal. You guys have been welcoming, and even the content is not that bad. But there is something missing and I just can't put my finger on it. What it is isn't minor either, I feel my whole experience is diminished, but I just can't define what it is. I've also tried the other alternatives and they're even worse. The discord for example, it would seem people have already given up. If anyone has felt this and managed to define it I'd be curious what you call it.

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[–] [deleted] • 1 pt

Time heals all wounds. :)

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I know you're right, but this one is gonna leave a scar.

[–] [deleted] • 1 pt

I hear you. Voat was a part of my life for almost six years, it was the first place I visited after booting the computer. This morning out of habit, I automatically clicked the Voat bookmark. :( It will take some time adjusting to the new surroundings, meanwhile we'll have to soldier on.

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My first half hour of each day for the last 2 years save for more pressing matters often to the annoyance of my wife, and most of my commute to work for the 2 years prior. I now come here yet not with the same pressing urge.

I also click the bookmark, though intentionally, as one visits a grave.