It's About That Time

 

     I can’t believe what I’m about to say, because I never thought that these words would come out of my mouth.  I got home sick.  After being in London for 4/5 weeks, I was ready to home!  No, I didn’t get robbed, I didn’t fall out with any of the people in the program, I didn’t run out of money, I was just genuinely ready to get on the plane and be back home.  My nights of random fun and freedom, class time, trips, and even time to myself were all “old.”  I didn’t want to be here.  I was in a sad mood for two or three days, everything was beginning to irritate me, and I didn’t want to be around anyone.  I just wanted to sleep, eat, text, talk to, or facetime my family, and that was it!  As I realized time was getting closer, I started to get happy again.  I packed all of my stuff a week prior to my departure, sent pictures to my parents, and laid out my clothes for that week.  I was ready!