Homesick, and Hitting the Road
by Emily Loewer
So, I’ve been back home a couple of weeks now from the road trip Leo Jenkins and I took. Once I got back I had some sort of upper respiratory infection for about a week. Physically, I am better; mentally, I am as homesick as they come. The problem is, I am home. With the exception of a couple of short stints in Alabama and Pittsburgh,
I’ve lived here my entire life. I shouldn’t feel homesick here (I could do with moving back to Pittsburgh, but Hellabama… No.). I’m not homesick for any place I am familiar with, I am homesick for the places I’ve never been. I’m homesick to see Igazu Falls on the border of Brazil and Argentina, for the Petra in Jordan, Plitvice Lakes in Croatia, the fjords of Norway, Angel Falls in Venezuela, the Matterhorn in Switzerland, Ha Long Bay in Vietnam, and the Great Wall of China. I am homesick for the world. I live in it, and yet I haven’t seen it. So I’m going to.