What I Miss

It must happen to every inexperienced nomad, and the days of it's occurrence have become much fewer with more space in between, but today I had a lingering case of homesickness. I think one of the things I miss the very most is hugs. Everyone who has been in close contact with me for more than a few hours knows that I am a very huggy person. The difficulty here, is that I can count on three fingers the number of people I would even think about hugging; one lives in another town, one is doing an internship in Hungary, and the other one I only see on Sundays so far (I met her nine days ago at church). So the hugs aren't too plentiful. Other reasons would include the fact that I've been listening to home-grown music composed or performed by friends (especially Anna Sali's music) for the past day and a half, and something about it has been making me miss home and even Boise, which was something I thought impossible for the next several years. Beyond those two things, I'm not really sure what's triggering this wave of homesickness, but I expect to recover overnight. Partly because tomorrow is a busy day and I am going to language school where I always feel happier.