I Have A Pattern Of Homesickness

My prediction of a month or so before I got homesick came true. It happened on my Hong Kong trip, and it's happening now. Yesterday, came a flood of homesickness and I broke down in tears. I almost cried today when I was having Thanksgiving dinner that one of the RAs cooked, but I held back.

What made it even worse yesterday was after I put up "missing home, my cat, and my piano" on my msn name, one of the asian people I eat dinner with messaged me. (They're from China and Taiwan.) He said that my home is just Toronto, and that I shouldn't say that in front of them. Well, fuck. I didn't know distance makes a difference. Gee, I guess that means my home isn't as important as his. As you can tell, I got really offended. But I didn't tell him. His English isn't good, so I don't know if he was saying it as a rude comment or not. Whether it was or not, it was still rude and it made me bawl harder.

Today's Thanksgiving dinner was pretty good. Mashed potatoes, apple crumble pie, carrots in some brown sugar thing (?), and, of course, the pièce de résistance, roast turkey. It's not the same as my mom's turkey, but I'll take it over no turkey any day. The big plus is that it's all homemade. And, as I said earlier, it made me almost cry. I made sure to sit away from the asian group that I usually sit with. I didn't completely ignore them; I said hi to them when I saw them. I just didn't want to interact with them, feeling it would be awkward, after last night's conversation.

To be honest, the comment angers me. I have a right to be homesick and if I need to express it, I fucking will. Holding it in would just make it worse and set me into a depression that I don't want to revisit. At the same time, I (maybe) should give him the benefit of the doubt due to his learning English and his young age.

Ugh, whatever. I'm over it.