Homesick

I guess this is what being homesick feels like. Walking into an empty house and feeling exhausted. Standing in your living room, waiting for your dad to shout a hello to you, but no one is there. This is what homesickness feels like. I moved out of my childhood home. I’m twenty-two. This day was going to happen eventually. But, I didn’t think it would hurt this much. I feel numb. I feel alone. I know my family is a phone call away or an hour drive away. But, they’re not here. They are my light. They are my heart and soul. It’s weird not seeing the blue light illuminating my brother’s bedroom door at night when I come home from work. It’s weird not saying goodnight to my father before bed. It’s weird being alone. Don’t get me wrong, I have awesome roommates and enjoy some of this time of solitude but it’s not the same as being home. I have to think about cooking food and have to have enough money to pay rent. I have to make sure that I am getting enough sleep and am staying healthy. This is really growing up. This is something I have to get used to. I just never figured this would happen so soon.

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