It's the worst feeling in the world. It isn't just missing home, it's the feeling of loneliness, the emptiness that you feel when you step through the door of that alien place.
Home is my sanctuary.
My family is close, despite our flaws. I think that's makes a true home; having people who love and care about you waiting with open arms.
Every time I jump on the train back to my university...
I get this cold, heavy aching feeling inside, like a weight of dread. I don't want to leave. I want to stay home where I'm happy. I don't NEED a degree...I could just get a job.
Fresher's week was the worst.
Imagine a lonely 18-year-old crying oneself to sleep because they missed their family.
Even my flat-mates noticed.
One of them asked if I had depression, and she sent me a sweet message asking if everything was alright. I said that I was fine.
I wasn't depressed of course.
But I wasn't fine either.
I should have made more of an effort.
If I'd tried to become good friends with my flatmates, maybe I wouldn't miss home as much. University would be my home away from home.
Next year might be different, though.
I'm moving in with my friend from my course, along with some other people. Maybe we'll become close, and I'll be happier.
Perhaps I'll stop feeling so lonely.