Oh dear, bad bad case of homesickness, nostalgia… whatever you want to call it I’ve got it. I knew it’d come but it still surprises me how it just descends on you so suddenly… I’m prone to feel nostalgic from time to time anyway, I’m one of those people who looks back a lot and misses the past. And I think living in one place surrounded by people who have shared this past with you helps, makes it easier, and you feel bound together by all those shared memories (which is why siblings and old friends are so, so important). But moving away, where nobody knows your stories (unless you tell them) is such an uprooting, and at the moment I feel quite alone (although obviously I’m not). I go through the motions, fill my days, but it kind of feels like I’m doing this to keep depression at bay. Not good at all…
