Rose and I are both going through it right now. One of the oddest things about my homesickness is that I find myself missing something that isn't even at home anymore, my Grandma. She's been gone for about 2 years and i still think about her every single day. I get in the elevator to leave my apartment and check my hair, and I think to myself if Grandma would approve or hate it, the latter being the usual since middle school. I also think about how she'd be happy for my weight loss. Her passing let me feel free to get away from home and go on this grand adventure with Rose. I wonder a lot about how she would feel having me on the other side of the world. She's hate it, and I'd love her all the more for it.
We are royally set up for homesickness at the moment. My sister is about to give birth to twins any day, we are planning our wedding, many of the friends that we've made here in Busan are heading back their homes, and we are eagerly awaiting the arrival of Rose's mother and sister on their vacation. All of these things make it difficult for us. I miss making beer. I miss talking sports with my best friend. The other day I low-moaned when my mom mentioned Culver's.
Something I miss the most is being close with so many people. Here, in the land of the morning calm, Rose and I rely on each other and only each other. The newest member of our family, Diga, has been a tremendous source of comfort. I think I now understand why people think of their pets as children, but I know it's not the same thing.
Don't think the wrong things, I am so happy we came to Korea. I don't regret signing on for another 6 months. We've got amazing friends here, but they're not family. Busan is home right now, and that's amazing. I didn't have to deal with snow all winter, besides two days. I can be at an oceanside beach in 20 minutes from my front door. I have lost 40 lbs, so far. I am more in love with Rose than I ever was before. Life is great.
The bed I make is in Busan. It's home, for now.