Somebody pinch me; am I really homesick?
I think, after more than a month, I am finally beginning to become homesick. One would think that this would have happened early on in my time here, but for some reason, it didn’t. Coming here, I didn’t expect to become homesick. I go to school 300 miles from home, and have never had a problem with that. This past week, I had a special visitor (as I mentioned last week, and as I’m sure most of you have seen on facebook) and now that he’s gone, I think it’s hitting me. Having any kind of familiarity here is always appreciated. Now that I’m back to only having social media as my reminders of home, its all starting to kick in. I don’t think it is that I necessarily miss home, just that I’m getting tired of all the drama in my house here and I’m finding the schoolwork incredibly hard to adjust to. (I’ve already been over the details, so I won’t bore you all again with that) but let’s just say that the episode of the Real World that I’ve been living in doesn’t seem to be ending anytime soon.
This isn’t to say that I no longer appreciate the opportunity that I have at hand. I am incredibly thankful to everyone that helped me, or rather pushed me, to follow my dream and take the once in a lifetime chance to live in London. I just think now, after completely adjusting to living here, I will be ready to go home once the time comes. Sometimes when walking to our from school in the center of the city, I find myself imagining that I’m just in a big city in the US and that I’m just visiting for a weekend or something. Then I walk into the tube station and realize that I actually live here. It is a dream come true every day, just to be here. Time has already been flying, and I know these last two months are going to go even faster. IFSA has a bunch of weekend “excursions” for all of the London students coming up, and I’m really looking forward to getting out and seeing parts of the UK that I wouldn’t necessarily do on my own. I’m going to continue with the positive attitude that I’ve had this whole time, but I find myself becoming more and more ready for December to come.
I find myself missing the strangest things about being home. Like cars. As much as I hate paying for gas, insurance, etc. I miss being able to get in my car and go where I want to go, without worrying about the packed tube in the morning and evening rush hours. I also miss drive-thru’s, as bad as that is… Sometimes I even miss work; or maybe I just miss having something to do all the time. I’ve already decided that as soon as I land in Minnesota, I’m stopping at the closest McDonald’s for a large diet coke (with ice!) because I can’t even express how much I crave those on a daily basis. I miss real food. Providing/making my own food has proven just how cheap and lazy I really am. (whoops?)
And of course I miss everyone at home – I guess everyone can say “i told you so” now because I, Isabelle DeGayner, am homesick. Who would have thought that would ever happen?