First Day Home Lonliness

It's funny- they expect students to get homesick when they're at school. Instead, I come home and the first week, give or take a few days, feels disoriented and lonely- it feels like home, sort of, but all the people I spend my time with are missing. Mom and I started sorting my things too, and she's having me throw out a bunch of my clothes, and that's always sort of painful when they're things I still like. She insisted that lots of my stuff is junk and raggedy, and she needs to get rid of it so she can get me newer stuff that's in better shape. And she's probably right- but it doesn't mean I really like it. Overall, it's just weird. Being home is nice, but rather than feeling relaxed, I wander around starting things and not finishing them a lot and missing school. I don't like not having one homebase. I'm a homebody, but I make that home where the people I care about are, and where I've put a couple sort of symbolic things. Unfortunately, one of htose is my quilt, and that doesn't go with my stuff at home, so it's in a suitecase in the attic. So for once my usually very useful strategy comes and bites me. A bit longer and I'll adjust, but hte next few days will be kind of rough. Life will go one, but- urgh for now. Especially with chag coming up.

The grandparents came over this afternoon, and we went out to dinner. Unfortunately, the restaurant, which is a long time family favorite, was really lousy. The food was tasteless. GO figure. But it was a good grandparental visit.

First Day Home Lonliness

It's funny- they expect students to get homesick when they're at school. Instead, I come home and the first week, give or take a few days, feels disoriented and lonely- it feels like home, sort of, but all the people I spend my time with are missing. Mom and I started sorting my things too, and she's having me throw out a bunch of my clothes, and that's always sort of painful when they're things I still like. She insisted that lots of my stuff is junk and raggedy, and she needs to get rid of it so she can get me newer stuff that's in better shape. And she's probably right- but it doesn't mean I really like it. Overall, it's just weird. Being home is nice, but rather than feeling relaxed, I wander around starting things and not finishing them a lot and missing school. I don't like not having one homebase. I'm a homebody, but I make that home where the people I care about are, and where I've put a couple sort of symbolic things. Unfortunately, one of htose is my quilt, and that doesn't go with my stuff at home, so it's in a suitecase in the attic. So for once my usually very useful strategy comes and bites me. A bit longer and I'll adjust, but hte next few days will be kind of rough. Life will go one, but- urgh for now. Especially with chag coming up.

The grandparents came over this afternoon, and we went out to dinner. Unfortunately, the restaurant, which is a long time family favorite, was really lousy. The food was tasteless. GO figure. But it was a good grandparental visit.