Homesickness
As someone that is actually an adult (I feel like 25 counts as being a Real Adult at this point), I must admit that I still experience homesickness. I know it is not particularly adult-like of me, but I do miss sleeping in my bright orange room under the quilt my Grandma made, being woken up by two very mischievous kittens, seeing and talking to my family daily, and just being in a familiar place. I blame part of this on the fact that I have lived in the same house my entire life and that my brain simply abhors change. Being a plane ride away from my home is daunting, to say the least, and when I moved to Milwaukee for the first time, I had an extremely tough time adjusting to being so far away from my (seemingly) never-changing home. In my years in undergrad, my home was only an hour and a half drive away, and I took advantage of that frequently, whether through a planned trip or a depression-fueled 3am drive. Going home now requires a lot more effort than packing a weekend...
