So, this post would probably suit me best in about five weeks, but I'm going to write it now, because I might not feel this homesick in five weeks when I leave. But it's getting real right now.
A lot of my friends and family keep saying things like "suck it up we're in Spain!" "enjoy yourself!" "I hate you, go live your life." things like that.
But a lot of my friends here who are telling me enjoy myself have only been here for a few months... I've been here since May. And to be honest... seven months is a lot longer than I thought it would be.
I'm really ready to see Atlanta again, hell I might even be ready to see my tiny little home town again. *shiver*
Yeesh, as weird as it sounds, it's true.
I miss my friends, like so much. Being around new people makes me realize just how much I do miss them. I miss how they understand me, and get my quirks. They don't care that I have a foul mouth for no reason, or that I do strange things, a lot.
I miss my family, a lot. No one really gets you like family, no one loves you like family. I miss mine to the moon and back. Real Talk.
I miss my animals. Every dog I see I want to play with, every cat, I want to cuddle. It's a problem really.
I miss my home. There isn't a lot of personal space here, I never knew how much I took for granted the space that I did have. It's so compact everywhere, but it's no more than you need. But I miss my queen size bed, and pillows that are bigger than me. I miss my room that's all personalized and funky like me.
Ugh.
I'm homesick.
On the plus side I get to scratch a lot of things off of my bucket list in the next four weeks.
-- Riding a camel
-- Ice Skating in Italy
-- drinking wine under the Eifel Tower...
Yeah, first world problems all right.
But still problems none the less.
Meh, I'm homesick, but I love it here.
I wouldn't change this opportunity for anything. At all.
I miss you mommy. I miss you daddy.
I miss you brosef. And you aunt barbie and uncle mark.
I miss you guys.
<3
Buenas Noches.
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