Homesick and Hormonal

Last night while I was blogging it finally hit me: I am officially homesick. I thought that perhaps it was just a hormone surge since my unwanted visitor is due today (she showed up right on time!), but when I woke up today still feeling completely blue, homesick, and lonely, I realized it wasn't hormonal at all.

I really miss my family, and I miss my friends, and I miss my mountains. While I do really like it here, I am really starting to miss everything I knew for the last almost 30 years of my life. The only time I didn't live in that state was for two years when I went away to junior college.

I began to notice the other day at work that I was feeling a little down for no apparent reason. This sadness was compounded by the fact that I don't have a friend to go talk to about it, a friend to make me feel better. I was 100% completely alone with my blues. So I sat at my desk and tried to get through it the best I could, while trying to perk myself up with a cup of hot chocolate, thinking about my new house, and the potential to go shopping for new work clothes this weekend. It must have worked, because I don't remember feeling blue when I left work. I did still feel lonely though. That feeling has yet to go away.

Yes, I do have my sweetie and my pooch, but neither of them are around during the 9+ hours a day while I'm at work. My sweetie tried to remind me last night that I had him and Mags. I told him that I was sure he didn't want to talk about "girlie crap" to which he replied, "Yeah, you need to make friends." I honestly wanted to cry. Right now the closest friends I have are my friends in blogland. You all warm my heart with your comments, support, love, and good news of your own.

Today I actually broke down and cried because I miss home. I tried so hard to not think about it at work, but I failed. When I returned to work after lunch, I sat and cried at my computer while my dad and I texted back and forth. At 3:00 my new supervisor pulled me into his office to ask me how things were going. I started crying again and told him I was homesick. Since he is a transplant himself (as are 90% of the people in the office), he completely understood how I felt and talked to me about it until I felt better. I am going to ask him tomorrow morning if it is okay if I show up a little late to work on Monday in two weeks so I can go home for the weekend before.

I know that this will eventually pass, and that I will eventually feel like this is my home now. I just have to make it past this little hurdle. I hope it won't last long, but I never can tell. I was homesick the whole last two years of my college career. lol