It’s been 9 days since I returned from England, where I spent the last 3 weeks loving and being loved on by my mother, brother, and boyfriend. The day before I got on the plane to return to Toronto, I remember feeling a tightness in my chest… that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach- a certain kind of dread. You would think I was coming back to some kind of prison. Looooool.
And so, thirty minutes ago, I’m at the bus stop, waiting for my bus connection and watching Netflix on my phone. All of a sudden, this huge wave of something deeply emotional hits me… feelings that I cannot put words to, but the tears welling up in my eyes are able to interpret. I spend the next three minutes bawling my eyes out at the bus stop and in that very moment, I feel completely disconnected from everything I love, and that loves me.
Soon, the endorphins kick in, and I feel better- a little less sad, and I am able to get on the phone with a new friend who has also recently moved to Toronto to gist, and catch up.
This overseas life is an adventure. Every day brings with it new, confounding, and confusing experiences. So, when the loneliness comes calling- say hello, acknowledge it, and it will go away. Hopefully, the next time it shows up, we will be wiser for it.