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Right. So Thanksgiving is Thursday, and all my friends keep going on about how excited they are to go home, and … it hurts, frankly, because I don’t get to go home. I keep trying to think positive, like, “Less than a month!” and “It wouldn’t be worth it, anyway,” and “I’ll have more fun at my roommate’s,” and those are all true, but … I still get homesick. And it’s not even about not getting to go home, it’s why I can’t go home, and how going home isn’t even going home anyway. And I just keep thinking about all those stupid, boring Thanksgivings with just the five of us – me, my mom, my sisters, and my grandma – and …

Anyway, in my emo-ness and self-pity, I made a mix, not just about homesickness, but also about going out on your own, but still wanting an anchor to come back to, and the ache when that isn’t there. So yes.


( Homesick 'cos I no longer know where home is... )