I guess eventually the honeymoon was going to wear off and it is definitely starting to. As amazing and beautiful as Spain is, it isn't home and it isn't Drake. Drake can be a huge pain in the ass, don't get me wrong, but all my friends are there. My friends that I CHOSE to be with and not who I happened to be thrown together with. Where my roommate is, who stays in with me when I don't feel like going out, or where I'm able to go out alone on my own to find other people to spend time with. Where it takes 5 mins instead of 45 minutes to walk to class, and you don't have to be dressed for it. Where I can take half hour showers and relax and actually fit in the bathtub as opposed to having a 5 minute shower in the fetal position. Where my crappy futon bed is, and my extra crappy job at my campus bar where I work with all my guy friends. Where people call me because they want to see me and make an effort to do so. Where people are a 2 second text message away and my cell phone has full coverage and 300 names to choose from. Where it's easy to call my parents for help when I need to, or talk to my sister and brother when I'm having a bad day.
I guess my problem is that I feel too isolated from everything. I can't take care of what's going on at home and I can't seem to control my life here any better, so I'm kind of stuck in limbo.
I know I sound like I'm complaining about living here but like I said I really do love it, but not forever. If I had the choice to leave now and come home of course I wouldn't. But I know I'm going to love going home to what I know.
Call it homesickness, they say it always sets in right about now
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I know the feeling sweetie, and you're right - as much as you love where you are, it's still not HOME. We're all waiting for you when you do return, and we're just an email or a Skype away for now. (((((((((((((((((BIIIIIIIIIG HUG)))))))))))))))))))) Auntie D
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