On Homesickness

 

This week was hard. Most of the time I feel fine just doing my thing and working my butt off. But this Monday was Independence Day for my country, Honduras. For one thing, we take the whole week off to celebrate Independence. Not the case here. 

Obviously no one cares here and why should they? There’s only one other person from my country here, so we were really the only two who cared about it. But it really got me thinking. I haven’t gone home in almost a year, and I really miss it. I thought that being a senior I would get over my feelings of homesickness. It makes me feel almost childish. But I miss my family, the warm weather, the food, the language. I miss everything. Don’t get me wrong, I love Plattsburgh, but there’s just something about your home that doesn’t compare to anything else in the world. 

I didn’t get to celebrate Independence at all, and it makes me sad. I was here for July 4^th, but I felt isolated from the whole experience. 

When will I get to go home?