homesick
this past week, my friends and i went on a trip to the Whitsunday Islands and Cairns. it was absolutely beautiful. the Queensland coast is stunning.
it was also the first time i got overwhelmingly homesick. it started with listening to a voicemail from Hunter. it made me giddy that he called and laugh because his message was funny. immediately after that message was a voicemail from my parents, but more from my grandparents. my grandparents are 80 and 89 years old, and they're adorable. it was when i heard my grandpa's message, though, that i started tearing up, and a few tears fell. he didn't realize that he was supposed to leave a message, so he was like "Hi Ronni! Long time no see." (silence) my parents and my grandma in the background started yelling "Leave a message! She's not there!" it made me laugh and cry at the same time, just because it was a typical thing my grandpa does, and it made me miss him and my grandma like crazy.
this then continued the next day when i was talking to my parents, and they told me my uncle almost died a couple days earlier. he's been sick for years with something with similar symptoms to Parkinson's, but doctors say it's not Parkinson's. he's pretty much confined to a wheelchair, and he needs a caretaker. but he can carry on a conversation with you, albeit very slowly and stuttering. growing up, he was probably my favorite uncle. we shared a love for basketball, and he loved us a lot. he's also one of my dad's closest brothers. so to hear that his heart gave out and he didn't breathe for three minutes broke me. my parents told me they went to visit him, and he couldn't speak. but they could tell he knows what's going on around him. he blinks to answer questions. in addition to wanting to be there for him, i mostly want to be home for my dad.
now i'm back from the trip, and i've got exams to study for. one on the 15th, the 19th, and the 26th of June. i fly back home on 4 July. also coming back to gloomy and cold Melbourne from gorgeous tropical Queensland kinda sucked. to know that i left paradise to come home and study. and to know that i only have 4 weeks left. four. only four. i mean, i guess it'll be nice to be home, but i'm going to miss my friends. i'm going to miss this city. it's going to be hard going back to life that's not exciting, that's not an adventure.
i'm who i really am here in Melbourne. the way i act around my friends here is who i truly am. and i hate to say it and admit it, but i don't have friends back home who i can act like this around. nor do i feel like i truly have a good group of friends at school like i do here. i can't remember having this much fun with friends at SC. i feel like i don't get to act like myself at home.
bottom line is i'm going to miss it here. everything about it.
it was also the first time i got overwhelmingly homesick. it started with listening to a voicemail from Hunter. it made me giddy that he called and laugh because his message was funny. immediately after that message was a voicemail from my parents, but more from my grandparents. my grandparents are 80 and 89 years old, and they're adorable. it was when i heard my grandpa's message, though, that i started tearing up, and a few tears fell. he didn't realize that he was supposed to leave a message, so he was like "Hi Ronni! Long time no see." (silence) my parents and my grandma in the background started yelling "Leave a message! She's not there!" it made me laugh and cry at the same time, just because it was a typical thing my grandpa does, and it made me miss him and my grandma like crazy.
this then continued the next day when i was talking to my parents, and they told me my uncle almost died a couple days earlier. he's been sick for years with something with similar symptoms to Parkinson's, but doctors say it's not Parkinson's. he's pretty much confined to a wheelchair, and he needs a caretaker. but he can carry on a conversation with you, albeit very slowly and stuttering. growing up, he was probably my favorite uncle. we shared a love for basketball, and he loved us a lot. he's also one of my dad's closest brothers. so to hear that his heart gave out and he didn't breathe for three minutes broke me. my parents told me they went to visit him, and he couldn't speak. but they could tell he knows what's going on around him. he blinks to answer questions. in addition to wanting to be there for him, i mostly want to be home for my dad.
now i'm back from the trip, and i've got exams to study for. one on the 15th, the 19th, and the 26th of June. i fly back home on 4 July. also coming back to gloomy and cold Melbourne from gorgeous tropical Queensland kinda sucked. to know that i left paradise to come home and study. and to know that i only have 4 weeks left. four. only four. i mean, i guess it'll be nice to be home, but i'm going to miss my friends. i'm going to miss this city. it's going to be hard going back to life that's not exciting, that's not an adventure.
i'm who i really am here in Melbourne. the way i act around my friends here is who i truly am. and i hate to say it and admit it, but i don't have friends back home who i can act like this around. nor do i feel like i truly have a good group of friends at school like i do here. i can't remember having this much fun with friends at SC. i feel like i don't get to act like myself at home.
bottom line is i'm going to miss it here. everything about it.