Poison your name is Nostalgia
A month and a half into my move to Seattle and home sickness is hitting me hard. Except, I am not home sick for my childhood home in NY (sorry mom), I am home sick for the UK. Lately I have begun to miss the land I left behind more and more. Maybe it because I am not settling into Seattle as quickly as I would have liked, or I am just lonely, but it is starting to become a constant ache of something missing.
I blame Facebook partially. Those ridiculous throwback photos remind me every day of the awesome life I was living a year ago. The Christmas market in Birmingham, the winter festival in London, the random adventures I went on exploring a new country; all memories that taunt me now. An easy solution to this would be to just turn that feature of Facebook off, but I just can't bring myself to do it.
It also sucks that two of my friends who I love to talk to the most are now 8 hours ahead of me, which makes talking to them pretty difficult. I put all these effort into making these relationships, which for me is a big deal, and now I am separated from them for who knows how long.
I still feel connected to the UK in so many ways, It is like there was never a real break when I left. So much of the news I see is UK news, and I still get deals and offers from things to do in the UK.
When I moved to England I never expected to feel like this. I never wanted to be one of those Americans who became obsessed with Europe, but now that I was there I want to go back...now.
I am hoping these feelings go away, or at least become easier to ignore, once I am really settled in here in Seattle. I am *hopefully* moving into my own place next week, so that ought to help, and I am looking into joining some local groups in order to make friends. Hopefully this will all work out for the best, but right now, nostalgia is eating me up from the inside out.
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