Homesick...
I can remember as a kid, I would get desperately homesick. I found it difficult to even go to a slumber party. While other kids were enjoying camp, I stayed close to home. It wasn’t until I was in my later high school years that I actually managed a week away. It wasn’t that I was scared, or maybe I was. But all kinds of feelings of anxiousness would well up inside me and I’d feel alone, out of place, worried for those I loved who weren’t with me. It wasn’t the house or place that I missed, but my family, my ‘people’, those with whom I had strong and deep relationships. It was really hard. Harder still was to not let on that while I was smiling, there was a battle going on in my heart and mind. I just wanted to be home, safe, with those who loved me and in the place where I knew I belonged. My mother used to comfort me and reassure me that it would all be well, giving me messages of hope and reassurance, but u...