Sunday, September 15, 2013
Home Alone
I recently had my first real bout of homesickness. My usual method for dealing with any sort of unpleasant emotion usually involves a good cup of coffee and a Netflix marathon. However, because I am currently in the lovely United Kingdom I do not have access to American Netflix and consequently several of my favorite comfort shows. It's funny how important the stupid little things like that become when you find yourself thousands of miles from home. I felt so out of place, alien on my own planet, in a place so similar to yet so overwhelmingly different from everything I knew. The feeling of actually being the last person on earth mixed with a feeling similar to getting lost on your way home and it was all far much more than I wanted to deal with. Despite it being roughly 7 a.m. back on the east coast and without any sort of signal from me, home called. My mom, dad and sister reminded me exactly where I was while I felt lost. That I'm only far away, not gone. The long familiar conversations that ensued proved to be exactly what I needed to get back up and enjoy being in the unfamiliar old world that unfolded itself outside my window. Eventually we hung up and I found myself alone in my room again. I reopened Netflix UK and found something new to watch curled up in my brother's sweatshirt and enjoyed every minute of it.
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