Homesick. The usual term being used if you are away from home.
Being away from home, on and off for almost 9 years, I am more than used with this homesick term. At times, it feels like nothing, but when this homesick really get into me, damn, no words can best describe it.
Logically, people would say that, those 9 years of being on and off away from home should've taught me of not having this homesick thingy. But, honestly, for me, it's the opposite. Sounded funny, right?
Back when I was in boarding school, the things that I missed the most at home is the house environment. The family comes second. Haha. You see, staying in a hostel means everything is on a sharing basis. Rooms, toilets, and yeah, very limited privacy. Well, of course at home is also a sharing basis but the environment is far more different.
When I was in uni, the house environment comes second and family became the first one. My first months in uni was not that good. I had my terrible down moment during that time. So, I was really missing my family back home up to the point that I was willing to let go my study just like that.
But, thank God. I survived.
Now, I'm close to home. But, still homesick. I'm always looking forward to weekend where I can go back and see my loved ones. I know, I sounded like a manja-daughter, but for me , it's because I come to realize that their presence in my inside story is what I am today. It may sounded like a-very-late-awareness-level-of-me but still not too late, I guess.
I'm hoping for more weekend to enjoy and do nothing!
#blessedadvent.
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