Homesick “Two months ago we started this trip. Doesn’t feel like it. Julianne asked if I miss anyone. I avoided the question…” – Japan, April 3rd 2015 Advertisements Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related 4 thoughts on “Homesick” Add yours Hmm, I know what home sickness feels like. My summer after my first year in grad. school I cried every day (it seemed like) to go back to Holland. Then I noticed my school friends kept coming over – quess it was obvious… but it helped me through that period. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply That must have been difficult, though I can’t claim to have shared the sentiment. I’ve never actually been one to get homesick. If I remember correctly, I had avoided the question because I fell guilty about not missing home and didn’t want to tell her the truth. At the time of writing that entry, all my belongings were packed away in a storage locker halfway across the world, so to be honest, I never really had a home to miss. LikeLike Reply Wow, you ended with a heavy thought… LikeLiked by 1 person Haha I suppose you’re right, though that wasn’t exactly my intention. Looking back, I think it was best that we had uprooted before leaving. It gave us all a sense of freedom we hadn’t experienced otherwise. LikeLiked by 1 person Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) w Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.