I honestly find the idea of being homesick so silly but here I am, desperately wanting to go back home even for a short while. I’m like a five-year-old kid who lost her mommy in the supermarket. Waking up, on a sunny day, with a sense of dread. I tried coping but time was moving really slow and no matter what I do, that nauseating feeling of homesickness was getting to me, like a virus that’s rapidly growing.