I admit it: I am homesick and this is normal. There isn't really a word for homesickness in French, but that one feels bad, or not well. My host mom and I communicate well together in French and she wanted to make sure I was getting any comfort food I needed. She's never had a student for a year, so I'm the first she's seen feel really homesick because for most students it's only for four months. For comfort, I write a lot, and voila, the answer is right in front of me, out of my head; it is released. I love going for walks in Nantes, or even grocery shopping, doing normal routines I would do if I were at home. In fact, my host mom cheered me up by saying, "We're going to a crêperie this evening for dinner. Would you like that?" Not long after eating two delicious crêpes, I told her how much more happier I felt. She smiled, "It's not the crêpes, it's the cider."
Haneen skyped me unexpectedly and I couldn't be more grateful for it. I love spontaneous calls and hers made my day. I never thought I'd miss Puget Sound, but the campus is comfortable and beautiful. I miss getting Arnold Palmers at Diversions and taking in the fresh air and being surrounded by so many trees. She even showed me the campus from outside her window; it's looks as beautiful as ever. Yes, I do miss it and my fellow Loggers.
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