Moved from home last October, only a 1h50m flight away so planned to go back regularly. Obviously that hasn’t happened at all so far.
I grew up in super close proximity to my parents, saw them all the time (3 times a week) now haven’t seen them in 7m and likely to be at least 2 or 3 more.
They’ve both retired this week after years of talking about it and from jobs that made them unhappy, it’s brilliant and I’m so sad I’m not there to celebrate with them. DB and I had talked about taking them to their favourite super fancy restaurant and celebrating them when they finally did it and now they have and I’m really sad I’m not there.
I miss my friends, my old job, what was my normal...I don’t want to move back, I don’t feel like I’ve lived here yet what with lockdown but I would like to pick everything up and bring it here.
It hasn’t been the easiest of transitions, with lockdown I haven’t made any friends really, winter was crap and some other stuff has gone on. Now things are looking up and I’m excited to finally live and explore in this city but I’m having a sudden pang of homesickness and it feels ridiculous. I’m less then 2h away, in normal circumstances...not like it’s the other side of the world but man it feels far today.