Somewhere in Banff National Park - Summer 2011
I don't often get homesick. In fact, I could probably count on one hand the number of times I've felt homesick in the last 2-3 years. Of course I miss family and friends and Canada and certain food items. When I'm sick I wish I was somewhere where things were easy and I could order in takeaway and go to the pharmacy and know exactly where to find that cough syrup that always works. When I skype with my 2.5 year old niece I wish I was there so she knew that Auntie Jay Jay doesn't live in the 'puter.
But I don't often feel 'sick' about it.
I miss them, I sometimes feel sad about missing out on things but not really homesick.
I have a fairly easy time making somewhere 'home.' I don't even need all of my 'things' nor do I need to spend a bunch of time in the place - home is where I tell it to be and home is where Joe and I live together. It gets easier when we settle in to a place to live and I begin setting it up as I want it and filling it with things that mean something to us but even before then, it's home.