I moved to China a year ago to be a volunteer teacher, and I absolutely love it here. I teach students who are far away from home themselves, so we talk about homesickness a lot. But every time a holiday crops up, they inevitably ask me if I’m going home.
No, I respond. I can’t. It’s too expensive. And so they take thoughts of me home with them when they visit their own families.
I’ll be going home next year, but it’s so far away. I miss my family, my friends, my cats, the food. I won’t be staying – only a month or so, and then back to China – and I probably will never stay again for good. I won’t be staying in China, but I may move to England to be with my boyfriend.
Doesn’t stop me from missing it, though. Home is always home.
