Shoring up homesickness

        Constantly telling people how excited I am to go to London is ... well, it's a little tiring. It hasn't really lessened my excitement (it's only made me more eager to go, right now), but what else am I supposed or expected to say? No, I'm not looking forward to going to Europe at all. I'm absolutely dreading it. Don't make me go. I wish I were staying in Iowa.

        Ridiculous.

        I'm visiting my school right now (the one here in the states). It's really great seeing everyone. You know, accruing memories and moments with friends to fortify myself in the long semester without them. I'm glad to be here, undoubtedly, but at the same time, it's ... upsetting? I feel like I could have been fine without having come to visit. Yeah, I missed people, but going without them until January was fine. It'd suck, but it wasn't actually a desperate worry. But now, with these fresh experiences, I think I'm going to be more homesick than I would have been had I just left from home straight to London.
        It won't be terrible. I mean, it's London. With new people. And London. You know. London.
        But I think showing up here, while satisfying and (probably) needed, is also going to make things a little harder.
        But, as I always say under these circumstances, it's worth it. I can take a little homesickness in exchange for time with friends. Gladly.