I’ve been gone for eight months. EIGHT MONTHS!!! It’s kind of surreal. Eight months away from everything (and everyone) I know and love. Most days, I’m fine with it. But there are definitely moments of weakness when I succumb to my homesickness. These are the day I miss home. These are the days I actually think about what I’m missing out on.
After eight months, I miss…
Good Mexican food
Goldfish crackers
String Cheese
Ben & Jerry’s
Bagel Sandwiches
Anthropologie
J Crew
Victoria’s Secret
My friends
My family
Training for triathlons (I can’t afford a bike out here)
Cheap drinks
Good microbrew beer
A nice, big, California Cabernet Sauvignon
Driving on the right side of the road
American nursing
Mouse (even though it’s only been 6 weeks since I’ve seen him)
The Rocky Mountains
The Sierra Nevada Mountains
Zion National Park
Mt. Charleston
Red Rocks
The American Southwest
Canyoneering
Climbing
Hiking a 14-er
Target (the Aussie version is a pale comparison)
Whole Foods Market
Please don’t misunderstand; my life out here is good. Being out here has been (and continues to be) an amazing experience, but I do miss home. I miss the creature comforts and familiarity of it all. I miss a sense of belonging. But that’s what this adventure has been about: broadening my horizons, venturing into the unknown, and going outside of my comfort zone. I’m proud of myself for doing all of that. But, right about now, I would give anything for a pint of Chunky Monkey.
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