Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Detachment

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....

3 comments:

FreudianSlip said...

My sentiments exactly. It comes and goes though so not to worry.

You'll be back in the loop in no time but enjoy being *content* while it lasts.

N said...

Thanks for the reassurance!

forsoothsayer said...

yeah i wasn't homsesick for the first couple of years...
so yeah, enjoy it. meen 3aref, maybe u won't be.