Homesickness

Well, I figure this is as good a time as any to post about how I'm dealing with living on campus and seeing my family once a week (if I'm lucky). Considering this was a big deal leading up to the semester, it only stands to reason that it gets an entire blog post dedicated to it (and a rather lengthy post at that - sorry). 


For those who aren't aware, I have always been home schooled prior to beginning college. Ever since my dad convinced my mother to try home schooling when I started kindergarten, and in first grade when she decided she actually liked teaching me (for some crazy reason), I have been taught at home. Sure, there were exceptions to the rule where I took classes at other places (co-op, Providence Academy, Northeast State Community College), but I've never been in classes every day and certainly haven't lived away from my family for school. It's a huge change.


The longest amount of time I have ever not lived at home was a month when I was thirteen. I went to China (Shenyang) with my friend, Melissa, and her family to help them adjust to living there. It was a great experience, but I was very homesick during the trip and I am now a week short of being at school for a month. Of course, it isn't quite the same because I do get to see my family on the weekends, but it is still a marker that I'm a little nervous about. 


At any rate, on to the subject: am I homesick? And the answer? YES! That isn't to say that I'm having a horrible time at school and all that, but I am definitely homesick. Some times are worse than others, but I feel that the song "Home" by Michael Buble pretty well sums it up: 
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Another summer day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home
Mmmmmmmm

May be surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky, I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life
It’s like I just stepped outside
When everything was going right
And I know just why you could not
Come along with me
'Cause this was not your dream
But you always believed in me

Another winter day has come
And gone away
In even Paris and Rome
And I wanna go home
Let me go home

And I’m surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home 

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I know that I am only twenty minutes from my family and so many other students live hundreds of miles from home (I know of one student who is from England!), but that doesn't keep me from feeling the way I do. My roommate is from Indiana, which is definitely much farther than Boones Creek. Maybe I'll get over being away from home, but I am doubting it at this point. I'll just have to adjust to being homesick most of the time and not getting to hear my brothers fighting throughout the house (just kidding...kind of). 


I believe that I have always had a great appreciation for the family God has blessed me with (definitely don't deserve it), but I tend to remember it even better since I don't see them often. However, it isn't time for me to post about how awesome my family is...that would take way too long. So, I'll just say that I genuinely miss being home and cherish the weekends when I get to pretend that I'm not a college student.


And thankfully, the weekend is nearly here!