Feeling Homesick At Home

When people ask me if I ever get homesick while traveling I always answer yes but… I don’t want to go home. It’s a funny situation for me where I miss my family, I miss my friends, I may even miss some of the things about my home city. I mean, Austin is an amazing city!

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But there’s still this feeling where it almost doesn’t feel like home and I can’t exactly put my finger on why. Every time I go home from a long trip, of course, there’s that post-travel depression. That, oh I have to go back to reality, feeling. But it’s more than that.

Which is why I always joke with people I travel with that I’m basically a woman in search of a home. A place where my heart sings and I feel this overwhelming joy and love everywhere I go. I’ve had a taste before and once you try it it’s so difficult to let go or settle for something else.

I used to think I was crazy, that I was the only person who felt this way. But I’ve met a few others who understand. It’s this longing for a place that I haven’t been yet but I know is there. For me, it’s green rolling hills, moody cool days, a border collie, and the ocean. Something like Ireland I would guess. Yet, I’ve only been to Dublin for a short time and nothing there was that feeling.

Perhaps I’ll find it eventually but until then I am still “searching” for a home. Has anyone else felt this way or is it just me? Let me know in the comments below!

 

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