Yearning for Home

I love living in NYC but every now and then I feel like I'm not cut out to live here and start to question whether I can be away from my caring parents and supportive sisters for much longer. The doubts and insecurities only occur after separating from my family after I see them.

My younger sister visited this past weekend and we had a great time eating our way through the city, dancing, walking around different neighborhoods, and simply talking. I knew I was going to miss her when she left, but the pangs were a lot stronger than I expected. The homesick emotions hit me and I cried. I've been so used to being by myself out here that when I spent three full days with her, I realized how much I missed my family and the feeling of belongingness. Only after my sister left did my loneliness become apparent and tangible.

In a city of millions of people, you'd think that it's impossible to be lonely, but the connection that I crave is not of the romantic or friendly type. I yearn for home, the familiarity and unconditional love from the people who could only provide such comfort--my family.

But as with all emotions, my sadness is temporary and will fade away as I start my work week. Everything will go back to the way it was before my sister came, and it will stay that way until September, when I visit home again.