I don't miss home. It was once painful to hear about my friends outings, or a trip they were going on together to Sharm or Marsa Alam, and every Sunday night I'd be aching from the longing to listen to west el balad, my weekly fix. I would look around the streets of France wondering how I managed to find myself in a place so far away from where I fitted and belonged. Don't even get me started about my mother, lets not go there, I never thought I could be away from her for more than a week at a time.
I have not been home since February, and for the past nine months I have not missed home.
Have I detached? Have I changed? Is it fixable? Is this normal?
With all the people crying about homesickness, I feel very left out....