Homesick
Homesick was one of the things I could not understand, simply because I never felt homesick. Maybe because I was never away from home for a long time.
However, moving to another country proves to be a whole new experience for me to learn to be homesick.
I moved from Indonesia to Dubai in August 2011. The first weeks were awesome. The husband took me to places for sightseeing; I learned to manage our little studio apartment. Basically, meeting the husband after month apart felt good.
After that, I started to look for jobs.
And my first interview.
We took a couple of buses and had to walk a couple of miles to the interview place. The sun was strikingly hot. We got lost and had to take a taxi there.
The interviewee was a big Western guy (after I googled I found out he was Australian), and he was intimidating.
And I was intimidated.
We got home, and I started to worry.
And I started to miss my hometown, where everything is comfortable, where I know every nook and corner. I miss my comfort zone.
I got homesick.
It started to be difficult to eat, to sleep, and even to smile. And it started be easy to get irritated, to cry, and to be angry.
I thought the feeling gonna last forever. But everyone told me it's gonna past soon. It's called adaptation. And thank God they were right. After few weeks of torturing homesickness, I actually got over it. I started to adapt.
Some tips I get from friends to cure homesickness (and they work! Thank you guys!):
At the end of Dubai's 2011 summer, I learned how it felt to be homesick :)
The facade of my apartment building, by the way.
However, moving to another country proves to be a whole new experience for me to learn to be homesick.
I moved from Indonesia to Dubai in August 2011. The first weeks were awesome. The husband took me to places for sightseeing; I learned to manage our little studio apartment. Basically, meeting the husband after month apart felt good.
After that, I started to look for jobs.
And my first interview.
We took a couple of buses and had to walk a couple of miles to the interview place. The sun was strikingly hot. We got lost and had to take a taxi there.
The interviewee was a big Western guy (after I googled I found out he was Australian), and he was intimidating.
And I was intimidated.
We got home, and I started to worry.
Can I survive in this place? This place is so foreign. Come to think of it, the people are not friendly. Moreover, Asian people are looked down on here.
And I started to miss my hometown, where everything is comfortable, where I know every nook and corner. I miss my comfort zone.
I got homesick.
It started to be difficult to eat, to sleep, and even to smile. And it started be easy to get irritated, to cry, and to be angry.
I thought the feeling gonna last forever. But everyone told me it's gonna past soon. It's called adaptation. And thank God they were right. After few weeks of torturing homesickness, I actually got over it. I started to adapt.
Some tips I get from friends to cure homesickness (and they work! Thank you guys!):
- from @me_xtine at twitter: get busy!
- from @omania at twitter: skype and talk with family at home!
At the end of Dubai's 2011 summer, I learned how it felt to be homesick :)
The facade of my apartment building, by the way.
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