Homesick - A Mother Appreciation Post
This trip has faced me with a lot of challenges. I knew when I left that I would be far from my comfort zone, I just didn't realize how much. I've always been a person who would rather stay in that go out, a "homebody" they call me. And I'm okay with that. I fear change, I don't handle it well. And when it comes to making a big decision, I practically have a mental breakdown because I can't handle the pressure.
I'm very fortunate that I have what I consider a very good relationship with my mother. She is truly my best friend and we spend a lot of time together. She is always the first person I want to share news with, or gossip with when something dramatic happens. When things go wrong or when I have a difficult decision to make, it is always my mom that I run to. She doesn't tell me what to do, but it's comforting to have someone I can speak freely with and sometimes I don't realize that I've already made my decision based just on what I'm telling her.
Things have not quite worked out as planned this past weekend but I accept that this is simply the universe's way of telling me that it is not meant to be. I don't know if you believe that, but I do, at least for now. And as things start to unravel, I feel a wave of homesickness and wishing my mom was here to tell me what to do. It's not that I am incapable of handling things; I just know that life is easier when she is by my side.
We're at Day Twelve, seventeen days to go. I'm not so much counting down as accepting this trip for what it is: a month. I'm very grateful for this opportunity and I am really enjoying my time here. I know however, that I will also be ready to go home. I will miss Barcelona, I don't think I could ever be bored of it. But there's something very reassuring about knowing that in seventeen days I will be talking to my mom and sleeping in my own bed, in my own house, where the kitchen isn't locked at eleven o'clock at night when I want a drink of water.
I don't plan on spending the rest of my time here wishing it away, I spend enough of my life doing that; waiting for the next big event. But it's times like these when you realize just how far you are from home...
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