January 12, 2013 by ebostick1212
Honestly, I rarely get too homesick. Things at home are unstable at this point in time, and that, in combination with the fact that I have lived abroad for so long, have hardened me to the feeling. We moved around so much when I was younger, that there isn’t a specific place where I feel at home. I feel equally at home at my father’s current house in Narragansett, RI, and on my grandma’s porch in Columbus, OH. Sometimes I imagine myself in our old house in New Jersey, where I spent the majority of my awkward teenage years.
I’ll let you in on a little secret, though. Today was the first day, in almost my five months in being here, where I felt like I wanted to buy a ticket and head home. I don’t have an explanation why, though. Generally, I enjoy where I am no matter what, but today, I woke up in the morning, and wished I was in my bed in Rhode Island.
I know it will pass, come Monday, I will be making a fool out of myself in front of a group of Spanish second graders, and I will know, in my heart of hearts, that I want to be here. But for now, I will close my eyes and pretend like I am sitting on the rocks near the Point Judith Lighthouse, with the sea breeze whipping up at my face as I watch the boats pass by.