Homesick

Why? I don't know. I'm not a sucker for homesickness, usually.

This Thursday it'll be a month since I left the UK. I'm hoping after this two week wave of missing home, it'll pass and the rest of the time I'll forget about it. With such a long time period there was bound to be a good chunk of it where I felt like this, and I predicted it would be near the beginning. I also think once I start travelling in October the time will just fly and I won't think twice about it.

I never thought I would miss the UK but I really do. I can't pin point what about it though. I keep craving a good old English Christmas too. I know I will read this at Christmas and think 'bloody ell just enjoy your time there!' but for now I can't help it! I want to be on my sofa snuggling my dog ( or as I see it, child), with my mum and everyone else, drinking hot chocolate. HOW BORING OF ME. I don't care though, I have no shame in this confession. It's comfort that I miss.

I miss my friends, the people that know me. It's tiring having to to try and make friends every day. I don't really think I'll make any close friends on my courses, they all have their friendship groups from semester one. I've made some good friends in my flat though, and of course all the international students.  So I'm not lonely or anything, I'm lucky to have the friends that I do over here.

These are all early feelings and maybe I'll write again in another months time about this topic, to compare. I hate the feeling of being lost. I get it too much because I THINK too much about everything. I've tried to change that about me before, hasn't worked. I'm a thinker for life unfortunately.

I really don't want this post to sound overly negative or give the impression that I'm horribly depressed, because that's not it. I'm still finding my feet, that's all.

If you find 'em, let me know.