While I absolutely love being a world wanderer and discovering as many new an beautiful places as humanly possible, it really is true that there is no place like home. However it seems that I took a while to catch on to this, only truly realising it once I was far away from home and when it wasn’t looking like I would be going home any time soon.
It’s easy to say you could live somewhere forever when you already have your return ticket booked, however when you have no idea when you will be home again this strange monster, A.K.A homesickness, begins to emerge from inside you and turn you crazy. It makes you wonder how many months or maybe years it will be until you get to see a familiar face, worry about the end of the world coming before you make it back for a visit and also causes you to miss the exact place you had spend your whole life trying to escape.
Although there are so many things I love about Mexico, there are also so many things that I love and miss about my small home town down south in NZ. I miss the snowcapped mountains in winter, crisp mornings and being cosy and warm inside. I miss spring when the countryside is covered in bright blossom and crawling with baby animals. I miss the long summer days at the lake, barbecues, warm sun, blue sky, crazy clouds and warm Christmases. I miss apricots in autumn and the changing colours of all the trees. I miss it all. I want to go home, even if it’s just for a day. Stupid homesickness, go away. Let me enjoy photos of home without getting that horrible feeling of oh-my-god-take-me-back-there-RIGHT-NOW.
I guess it’s not all bad though, at least one good thing has come out of indefinitely being abroad accompanied by the homesick monster; I have never loved home quite like I do right now.