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I was homesick in my sleep last night. I don't remember, now, exactly what I dreamed, except that it was of being home just like normal, and that I woke up in tears.
It seems my subconscious is at odds with my conscious on this matter. I'm not really homesick at all. In fact, I love it here.
It's enough like home that I don't feel completely lost--without the trees, I would be begging to come home by now. But the trees are there, and grass, and squirrels, and crickets, and birds--I've seen a lot of feathers lying around--so that much, at least, feels normal. But it's more than that: I really feel at home here, like this is the right place for me to be.
Maybe it's that I'm getting out and about more than before, but I'm feeling better--happier, especially--than I've felt in a long time.
It seems my subconscious is at odds with my conscious on this matter. I'm not really homesick at all. In fact, I love it here.
It's enough like home that I don't feel completely lost--without the trees, I would be begging to come home by now. But the trees are there, and grass, and squirrels, and crickets, and birds--I've seen a lot of feathers lying around--so that much, at least, feels normal. But it's more than that: I really feel at home here, like this is the right place for me to be.
Maybe it's that I'm getting out and about more than before, but I'm feeling better--happier, especially--than I've felt in a long time.