Sometimes
Two months left 'til I move to Manila. Sometimes I can get pretty excited about moving to the Philippines' version of New York. All the amazing people I'll meet, all the fun, college-y stuff I'll get to do... Thinking about those things makes me look forward to making the big move. Or, should I say, the Big Move. But then, when I think about my family and my beautiful home here, the Big Move sounds really scary and bad. (scary and bad - I have a limited vocabulary and I know it.) I start thinking about all the family moments I'm going to miss, all the inside jokes I'm going to be left out on, and simply, all the comfort and warmth and strength I draw from my family that I won't be able to have so far away from them. I guess I'm homesick - and I haven't even left yet.