Being Homesick: Unfiltered.
After seven days of being totally disconnected from the world and taking some serious self-reflection “where do I go now” time to myself in Labadee, Haiti as well as Jamaica, Grand Cayman, Cozumel and other parts of the ocean, I know this much:
I have figured out my homesickness cycle.
It’s safe to say that anything I worry about in the first 12-72 hours (depending on the trip that I’m returning from) is probably fueled by me wishing I was still in Florida. So take a lot of that with a grain of salt.
But I can’t help but wonder, where is the line between being homesick and genuinely feeling drawn to Florida? How much of it is me wishing for a simpler life compared to my craziness that is life in Chicago – and how much of it is a real, true need to get back down there for reasons beyond me craving sunshine and warmer temperatures?
The cycle, at least the past two times, has gone as such:
Visit Florida, come back to Chicago, start desperately searching for job that will be anything remotely close to what I’m doing at Weber now. I never find anything. Ever. Everything I always see is me settling for less than what I’ve decided I want for my career right now because I miss the sunshine and my family. So I look and look and find nothing. Then I go in to work the next day and realize that this is where I’m supposed to be. And everything is fine. Beyond my parents, there are a handful of people that see this cycle happen. I’ve now got a hold on what’s going on.
One of my friends who moved to Vegas a few years ago says he has the same gut-check reaction EVERY SINGLE TIME he flies out of Orlando International. Like, it wouldn’t be that bad if he missed his flight. We’ve both had solid jobs there that paid the bills and then some, and we both left Florida to pursue bigger (and seemingly better) dreams. So I know I’m not alone in this feeling.
When it comes right down to it, this is how it is: I’m in a long-distance relationship with my family. And we’ve got it down. We talk every day, usually. We try to Skype on the weekends and we email frequently. I get down here when I can, and as long as we have the next trip planned before I leave, everything is fantastic. If not, we’re all emotional wrecks.
And I can confirm it this time too: I come back, I get homesick, I go to work and everything is peachy again. At least I’ve identified what is actually going on, instead of hopping on the first plane home and calling it quits.
Good things come to those who wait. I reckon this applies to your career too, in a sense. Maybe not like sitting around expecting greatness, but not settling for the “perfect for now” opportunity when you could have the truly perfect opportunity waiting around the corner.
Are you a transplant from somewhere else? Do you get homesick? If so, how do you deal with it?
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http://twitter.com/lisarowen Lisa Owen
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megmroberts
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kimberleymosher
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http://www.twitter.com/trumpedup Brennan Stephenson
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http://www.smallhandsbigideas.blogspot.com Grace Boyle
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http://www.twitter.com/trumpedup Brennan Stephenson
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http://doniree.com doniree
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http://www.sheemasiddiqi.com Sheema Siddiqi
