It feels weird knowing that I probably won’t be going back to my childhood home to live. I know it’s part of adulthood. I just feel like I’ve made a mistake. I think it’s those little things I miss. For example, being able to talk to mum and dad whenever I feel like it. Having a comfortable bed. ‘Talking’ to the dog. The beach. The house.
This past week I have been asking myself: ‘why was I so excited to leave?’.
It wasn’t until the last few days in NZ that it really hit home. That when I do come home, it’d just be for a visit. Who knows though. I might decide to go back home to live. I might only be gone for a year. I might be gone for two. It all depends what happens here and whether I enjoy it!
In all honesty, I don’t think I’ve made a mistake. I think it’s just the fact that I’m alone here and I have too much time in my own head! And I think it’s the fact that I don’t really have mum and dad to talk to – they are in Tasmania with limited wifi!
I think moving out of home (but still in your own country) is so different to moving halfway across the world.
I keep thinking that maybe I should have just gone on holiday here for 6 weeks and then gone back to NZ to work.
I know that soon I’ll be too busy with work. And I’m hoping that will take my mind off home.
Who else has had those awful homesick feelings?