People who need people...
I have always been a sociable person. I have always loved meeting new people and being with my friends. In high school, I was liked by most people bar a few angry teenaged boys who thought they would make fun of the chubby, poor girl. Other than that, I was liked by all of the teachers and had a large group of great friends. After school, I went straight to university and I managed to make a small but awesome group of friends. After I left uni for the first time, I began working in a massage clinic and that is where I met Karl and two awesome girls. We partied all the time and I was very social. I returned to uni the next year, and for the first time I didn't have a huge group of friends but I knew two or three people and the following year we had built a little group. There were more than five of us psychology students who often had coffee, went shopping and went out partying. Most people in my uni classes knew me and I was again, mostly well liked. Then I moved here.
This is the first time in my life that I don't have a steady group of people to hang out with. All of my friends (whom I love) live far away, work or study and it is hard to gather them all together to hang out. Back in Cairns I would meet up with friends with only 10 minutes notice because Cairns just ain't that big. We would go get coffee and gossip and just be social. Here, I can't just go and visit one of my friends because they live so far away. We can't just walk down to a coffee shop either because I live in South Yarra which is way too pretentious and expensive to hang out in.
I don't know. I am just homesick for the first time in a year and a half. I miss my mother, I miss my sister and little brother. I miss my little group of friends. I miss studying psychology and being good at it. I miss the sunshine on my face. See, this is where you know something is up because I hate the weather in Cairns but I guess the winter here with its coldness and greyness just makes me miss the sunshine. I miss having good sushi every Thursday. I miss the French guy at the markets who always made the best strawberry smoothies and banana and chocolate chip muffins.
I think Monash is what makes it all worse. I love Monash. I love the classes, I love the lecturers but I have no friends. I have three people that talk to me but I have no circle of friends to go have coffee with and bitch about assessments with. I know that sounds petty but I miss being social. I am going to attempt to attract some people next semester. I guess I should stop snarling at them.
I don't know. Karl's family (mother, brother, sister) are coming down in about two weeks and I am so happy that we get to see them but at the same time I feel sad that I wont be able to see my family for another six months. Hopefully, seeing Karls family will knock some of this homesickness out of me. They are like my surrogate family anyway, even if they don't like me all that much.
Enough of my sooking. I am sure that my op-shopping adventures tomorrow will make me feel a little better.
Image - Sarah Joncas