A couple of months ago I showed you this lovely diagram, before blatantly highlighting my own perceived mathematical flaws in it. Numbers cannot chart human emotion ( at least to me anyway).
Even though this graph and I might not see eye to eye on a lot of things, I've decided to keep you guys updated on the chart vs me.
Todays verdict ? I hit the blip in the road called homesickness. Hit may be an understatement, swept away in a tidal wave of emotion and tears may be the more honest, drama-queen truth of it. There were a couple of days where I just lay in bed after class and thought about everything and everyone at home. It's weird the things you miss being abroad, like watching the six o'clock news before dinner or driving along Marine Parade on the way home from work. Little acts I gave no thought to but in those moments wrapped up in my duvet, like the swaddled baby I am I would have given a lot to go back to.
Homesickness is like a see-saw, one minute you're down in that weird brown playground bark wishing you could watch the six o'clock news and next minute tears are streaming down your face as you talk about last weekend with your friends ( like oh my god do you remember when ... ). It absolutely sucks but at the same time you know it's worth feeling a little empty in your chest.
My favourite parts about being a student at Penn State are the moments I share with my friends - devouring bagels together in the hub, chatting incessantly in Starbucks till close and "pretending" to study together. My classes too keep me going. I love the feeling when your seventy minute politics class passes by in a flash because it was just that interesting ! My friends will tell, I would never ever had said this about classes in Wellington !
Okay well enough of my randomness before I start moving onto another topic like Christmas or The Weekends new album ! Ciao friends.
Even though this graph and I might not see eye to eye on a lot of things, I've decided to keep you guys updated on the chart vs me.
Todays verdict ? I hit the blip in the road called homesickness. Hit may be an understatement, swept away in a tidal wave of emotion and tears may be the more honest, drama-queen truth of it. There were a couple of days where I just lay in bed after class and thought about everything and everyone at home. It's weird the things you miss being abroad, like watching the six o'clock news before dinner or driving along Marine Parade on the way home from work. Little acts I gave no thought to but in those moments wrapped up in my duvet, like the swaddled baby I am I would have given a lot to go back to.
Homesickness is like a see-saw, one minute you're down in that weird brown playground bark wishing you could watch the six o'clock news and next minute tears are streaming down your face as you talk about last weekend with your friends ( like oh my god do you remember when ... ). It absolutely sucks but at the same time you know it's worth feeling a little empty in your chest.
My favourite parts about being a student at Penn State are the moments I share with my friends - devouring bagels together in the hub, chatting incessantly in Starbucks till close and "pretending" to study together. My classes too keep me going. I love the feeling when your seventy minute politics class passes by in a flash because it was just that interesting ! My friends will tell, I would never ever had said this about classes in Wellington !
Okay well enough of my randomness before I start moving onto another topic like Christmas or The Weekends new album ! Ciao friends.
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