I have never been homesick. I have always adjusted pretty well to anywhere I’ve gone. My first year of college, I missed my family and I missed high school. But there wasn’t any sort of aching. When I got to medical school–the same thing, I missed my old schedule and of course friends and family. But I managed with email, letters and phone calls.
Today as I sit in this cafe, I feel some homesick that I can hardly keep my lunch down. I go to sleep with a feeling of “I don’t want to be here…”. I know that this is just a temporary step in the direction of achieving my goals. It’s something to do while I am waiting to get into a medical residency, so I know it isn’t forever. But right now, I just want to be around a familiar place and speak to familiar people (even if it’s the cashier at my old grocery store).