You get to a certain point when you think that you’ve passed all of the homesickness bullshit.
You don’t wake up every morning feeling like you’re in the wrong bed, you’ve gotten used to bi-monthly phone-calls to friends instead. You’ve started recognising the people that used to be strangers and you don’t have to explain the word craic every time you use it. Home is still home, will always be home, but somehow you’ve managed to make this place you’ve been blown feel like home even if it’s “only for a little while”, “I won’t be staying long”.
And then swiftly, suddenly and completely unexpectedly, homesickness comes back seemingly out of nowhere to roundhouse kick you in the heart.
From now on I will be attempting weekly posts on a Tuesday. We’ll see how that goes.