I was told before I came to Japan that after three months I would start to get homesick.
I’ve been so busy that it feels like I almost have no time to be homesick, but I noticed that when I do get homesick it is usually when I am sick. There are certain comfort foods I crave when I am sick.
My mother use to make a chicken noodle soup, and let it stew all day. The flavor was incredible. I would make soup myself except it would be too expensive to leave propane on for a few hours.
Not only do I miss certain foods, but when you are sick you have too much time to think. If you stay in the house too long, its easy to start worrying about little things, and think about the things you could have if you were at home.
I miss having pets around. Our family dog is now 14 years old, and I am worried she wont be alive when I come home. We have had her since I was eight years old.
I also worry about my grandmother who at 85 years old, is slowly losing her memory. I write her postcards when I can, but I am not sure she can even remember where Japan is on a map. Despite everything, time is flying by, and I have to keep reminding myself to enjoy every moment.
Before I know it I will be back in Canada, wishing I was in Japan.