I am missing home. I sit in front of this machine …
I am missing home. I sit in front of this machine to do some work, and all I can think about is my family. My home. My city. My friends. My past. I miss them all. I spent the last hour looking up images of my home town on google. I want to hug my mom. Demons of my past haunt me. I am feeling vulnarable. I am feeling insecure.
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By Wanna Be PhD, September 30, 2005 @ 10:55 pm
Call your mom. Call your friends. Even if it is expensive. Maybe there is a special service who charge less (check it out on the internet).
Keeping in touch with the loved ones is important!
But going back? Probably everyone has changed by now. They are leading their own lives and maybe they are not doing the things you are interested in. Maybe they don’t have as much time for you as they did when you were younger. They have jobs and friends and family, too.