I miss you guys, I really do. 

Things just aren’t the same here. It’s brilliant, don’t get me wrong, but it’s just not home. I would have thought that I would have changed my mind on that subject having lived here for nearly a year and a half now, but it hasn’t. Home is where you guys are and well, you’re not here. 

This chapter of our lives is such a crucial one, with important decisions and choices being made and I almost feel out of the loop because I’m not there to hear all about them. When I do finally come home, I’m normally in such a shock about the changes that have taken place during my absence, but of course, we’re all growing up and that is inevitable. I think you’re shocked when you meet me too, so it’s a mutual thing.

The pain of homesickness though, well there’s something I’d never experienced so intensely. A wave of the feeling can wash over you in an instant and leave you feeling crushed and heartbroken. It leaves you wanting a hug or simply an ear just so you can talk to someone about it. Usually however, that one person you want these things from isn’t there and that just intensifies the pain. I’ve gotten good at handling it though, I must admit. You guys would be proud of me, but then again, you probably also feel the same sometimes considering the amount of friends that ventured off over the years. 

That’s why I’ve created this tumblr guys. You’ll probably never get to read it, because I don’t really have any intentions of showing you, but if you do come across it, don’t worry. I’m fine and this is my way of coping. Writing these letters, addressed either specifically or generally, helps me get the things out that I could never convey through the distance barrier. 

Love always,

Jess.