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Homesickness sucks.

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I’ve been a nightmare to live with recently. I’ve been emotional, irrational and negative. Who would have thought it, aye? I’m living in a beautiful city with beautiful weather and beautiful people. Yet I’m still behaving like a whingey four year old. Why? Because my friends and family are 10553.06 air miles away – and yes I did just google that!

I was doing so well, I’d surprised everyone by jumping on a plane with my savings in my back pocket (not literally, that would be stupid) and I’d survived nearly two months away from my beloved mummy, my wonderful friends and my little crazy fur baby.

But then my brother’s birthday struck, and then Christmas arrived, and then my dad’s birthday cropped up and then New Year’s Eve jumped out of the woodwork and everything went downhill from there, basically.

I’d spent Christmas Day in floods of tears and eating my body weight in chocolate, which kind of resembles cheese if you live in the UK. The same thing happened on New Year’s Eve really, and up until last Friday I was adamant that I would be booking a flight back to London in a few days. My funds were drying up, the weather was getting hotter, and my anxiety had hit the roof – not really a good combination for someone who had left everything behind.

It’s wonderful being able to throw your possessions in a backpack and start seeing places other than your crappy hometown. But there are times when that ‘crappy hometown’ is the one place you you wish were and that’s because that ‘crappy hometown’ is filled with memories, friends and relatives, who make up who you are.

I’ve learnt a lot in the past few months and I’ve realised just how amazing my native country really is. Yes, we have serious issues when it comes to health care and our government is completely out of control, and our weather is more hormonal than a girl on her period, but I’m actually looking forward to going home. I can’t wait to sit in front of the fire with a proper English brew and listen to the rain pour down outside while I watch the soaps back-to-back and cuddle my mum (I’M A MUMMY’S GIRL AND I DON’T CARE WHO KNOWS IT).

With that being said, things have started to improve in Sydney now that I’ve landed a job in the journalism field because writing makes me happy, and people enjoying my writing makes me even happier. Therefore, I’m not ready to give up and go home just yet but I guess the point of this post is just to let you know that it’s OK to feel homesick and it’s OK to feel sad when you’re away from your friends and family. I know it’s hard but try and think positive because that way you’ll see the positives in the country you’re currently living in.

If you get the opportunity to travel, just do it. Grab the chance by the horns because, although it’s been a bumpy road for me, I don’t regret one thing. I’ve learnt so much about myself – I feel like I’ve come into my own – and I’ve met some wonderful people.

 

My top tips to deal with homesickness:

  • Call/Skype/FaceTime your friends and family, but not too much.
  • Do something that reminds you of home.
  • Eat/drink something that you used to have at home.
  • Keep busy!
  • Try and make some new friends.
  • Stay active – go to the gym or for a walk.
  • Give yourself time to adapt to your new surroundings.
  • Write down your thoughts and feelings in a journal – even if it’s just one sentence.
  • Look after yourself – if you’re really that unhappy, go home.

 

“Travel while you’re young and able.

Don’t worry about the money, just make it work.

Experience is far more valuable than money will ever be.”

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