Is it weird that I’m homesick for Ireland? At least I feel more homesick now than when I was missing Canada.
I suppose it has something to do with missing him, but it’s more than that. I miss my flatmates. I miss our kitchen. I miss work. I miss riding the bus and reading my book (even if I have to walk so far to get my bus).
Could the fact that I have no access to my old room be a part of this? I don’t know.
I knew I liked living there but it’s a strange idea to me that I would miss it more than ‘home’.