I’ve been really emotional this week.
It started on Sunday when the reality that Chance would be leaving Korea and going back to America in a few days began to hit me.
While at work on Monday, I started tweeting back and forth with my old roommate. “I’m grabbing drinks with Andrea and Lauren! We miss you so much! We’re thinking about you!” she told me. Tears started welling up in my eyes as I thought about all the good times I’ve had with these particular friends of mine and how much I miss them, too.
And then, of course, there’s Facebook. Every day I am reminded of the events I’m missing out on, like my baby sister’s high school graduation last week and my college friend’s wedding this Saturday. Pictures and videos of my friends sporadically pop up in my newsfeed and I think to myself, “I miss them so much.”
For the first time since I moved here three months ago, I’m homesick. Like, I-want-to-go-home kind of homesick. And I really hate saying that because I honestly love it here. I’ve seen and experienced so many amazing things and had tons of fun in the process. Also, I’m finally to the point where I actually feel like I live here, rather than feeling like “the new girl”or a tourist. And now I’m homesick?
I have faith that these feelings will soon pass and I’ll go back to loving every second I’m here. But until then, I want to go home.