homesick

Although the memories I have of my childhood in China are painful to think about because they remind me of the home I miss so much, holding on to them is the only way to get through it. They remind me of how grateful I should be to have had a home that was filled with love and happiness.

Package notification.

It’s about the journey, not the destination — right?

I’m not really sure what it means to be home.

If you’re struggling to find your place at Berkeley like I once did, my advice is to give yourself some time to adjust and eventually it will feel like the home you yearn for.

Lately, it seems like all my conversations with my friends are about the future and what they’re doing, which inevitably reminds me of what I’m not doing.

I’m undeniably homesick, feeling stuck at this crossroads of “in-between.” Yet there is something so wonderful, so bittersweet about being homesick. It allows me to come to terms with the fact that I’m in the process of finding a new home, yet “home” forever remains part of me.

When my own body starts to feel less like a home than ever, I will gladly escape into my favorite things for a while.

You’re not eating sweet potato cake, but instead, it is a comically large slice of pizza. Strangely, it makes sense. Everything makes sense. 

Moving out of state to start college can be exciting yet scary. It can feel overwhelming and unreal, but there are plenty of ways to ease yourself into the groove.