My name is Vicky, and I used to be homesick
Sometimes it can take the low points to let you appreciate the highs. Recently I started feeling homesick, not that I really wanted to admit it. I'd coped pretty well with adjusting to life here, and it was strange to feel this way now. It wasn't because I wanted to be back in Britian, just that I wanted to see my family and friends. I wanted people around me who knew me really well. On top of this, I've spent the past six weekends away from the island, so it's been busy and I've had many late nights and early starts. As my mum would say I've been burning the candle at both ends. With all this and the COLD COLD weather, I cracked slightly on the weekend.We all have our moments, though mine was poorly timed, and I know it happens. It just hadn't happened to me in Japan yet.
But, when I got back home, I brushed myself down and pulled myself together, in the determined way people do in films when they realise that living in the past will get you nowhere (in my world this meant tidying my house and writing a lesson plan..but this isn't a film). I saw that even though this weekend went slightly to rack and ruin, I had friends to support me in Japan too. Sometimes all of fall apart a little, and I s'pose I have to realise that every one feels a little lost at times. Thats helped me get back on track...and things feel good again now.
Also, it's been difficult to know where to start with writing recently. So many things have happened that I don't want to miss then out or skim over them, yet I don't want to bore everyone to death with them either. I will try to write about my exciting weekends on Tuesday, I have to leave school now.
And as I sit in my favourite school, eating okinomiyaki..I can honestly say I'm extremely happy.
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