I’ve written a few posts in the past on how I dealt with homesickness.
One of my methods was just acceptance. In 2012, I decided not to jump to another WH visa and just head home. I just wanted to relax and just…go home to Australia.
Another method was to take myself out of social media and networking sites a few times. I found that social media has an artificial type way of keeping in touch where it’s all about how active someone is online.
When my sister went on holidays to New York in 2015, I would have budgeted madly to be able to go and luckily I did.
There were times when I could have easily just bought a plane ticket back ‘home’ but those thoughts have subsided. Whenever I have those days, I usually resort to writing or listening to meditation.
Is this even real?
The biggest issue I have is having a ‘is this even real?’ type of moments. I think it’s when I am in a new situation and my mind is still getting used to it. Like, when I walk down a street in London and the sun is setting, I get the “Wow, I am actually in London” type of thought. Or the time when I am not sure if that particular memory of walking down along a brick building was in the Distillery District in Toronto or The Rocks in Sydney since they look so much alike. Things start to meld, I get fleeting moments of homesickness only because I am reminded of some past memory.
This is just a reminder of how short your days, weeks, and years can be. Make the most of it.