As of late, I’ve become very very homesick. And for many many reasons. I love Europe, and Christmas here was amazing albeit not traditional, but there were so many instances in the past few days that made me really choke up. A good chunk of my family is at home, several people flew in from all over the place, while I’m here in Europe (ahem..). One of my best friends from high school came out to visit and her ability to be homesick after just a few days is infectious. On several occasions the subject of dimsum and Chinese food came up while eating some delicious Spanish food and suddenly my food wasn’t as interesting as perhaps xiao long baos or xiu mais. And I’ll reiterate, I love love love Europe. I loved my Spanish Christmas. I love that my high school friend flew out here to visit. I love the friends we made in our wonderful Spanish hostel. But I miss home.
I miss my family. I miss my friends. I miss my old dog. I miss Californian weather. I miss driving whenever I want to rather than having to wait for the train or the bus. I miss hanging out at my auntie’s flower shop and having to fight for the little heaters she has. I miss her 7am calls to help her at her store. As much as I love Europe and the fact that I’m LIVING in Europe, I really do miss being home.
Only, I realize, once I leave here, I’ll really miss Europe too.
