I have had the best time so far on my year abroad. Of course there have been hiccups, but I have dealt with them so much better than I thought I would and overall, I am at least 10x more comfortable living in Spain than I originally thought possible.
I arrived around six weeks ago now and whilst I have definitely missed home during that time, I can’t say that I have felt particularly homesick until this weekend.
I think that there is a huge difference between missing someone who, or something that, isn’t there, and feeling homesick. The latter is certainly much more difficult to ignore; it’s hard to get on with your day despite it. Obviously, though, I have been able to get on with my days and I am feeling so much better, but I thought I would write about the topic anyway. Sometimes hindsight makes for much better reading.
This weekend some of my housemate’s family visited us to stay for a few days. Don’t get me wrong, I had a wonderful time getting to know them, they were absolutely lovely and far more generous towards me than they had to be. But their visit triggered certain aspects of homesickness that I knew would eventually hit me.
So far I have yet to see any of my family, or my boyfriend, although that will soon be changing as Luke is visiting this weekend and I CANNOT WAIT. Since moving here, I have kept myself so busy that I never really stopped to think that this is the longest I have ever gone without going home. Usually, I am a massive homebody, and so whilst I know I have done pretty damn well to last this long without any serious pangs of homesickness, now that it has hit it has done so hard.
I have always been one to suffer from FOMO (fear of missing out), and I honestly knew that this year would be no different. It’s not just the people at home (and when I say home, I mean university and work as well, of course) that I miss, but also the things that they are doing. I miss dog walks, coffee shops, nights out in Birmingham, shared dinners and cosy evenings in in front of the TV.
I have even been missing the cold weather, wrapping up in coats and scarves and watching the fireworks, which is always one of my favourite events of the year.
In contrast, I can also tell you exactly what I am not missing. Longer working hours than I have here, essays, deadlines and frequent rain being amongst them!
Sorry if this post has mainly seemed like a moan. I mean, it definitely has been, but I promise I will still try to see the positive as much as possible. After all, I am living in arguably one of the prettiest places I have ever been to, with a housemate that I am lucky enough to have found a ‘forever friend’ in. I have visited numerous incredible cities despite only having been here for a relatively short amount of time, and my language skills have improved tenfold. Hooray!
I hope you are all enjoying the autumn/winter season, and I will leave you with a picture of the stunning view of my new and temporary ‘home’. Not a bad running location if I do say so myself!