We always said we weren’t going to be in Brisbane for long, yet here we are 8 months later, looking very settled. So what gives?
I’m back! I’m back in Brisbane and although I should be grateful, I’m just gloomy. How can I be homesick, when technically, I’m home?
Alright, we’ve beat around the bush enough. I promised a reveal, and the announcement so here it is – where our journey is taking to and how we arrived at that decision.
I wasn’t planning on commenting further on my visa situation after it was declined, but I still feel like I need to explain myself, and the decision, and why I won’t be fighting it. TLDR; Immigration sucks ass.
Homesickness can be as sharp and painful as a literal sickness. It can mess with your head and your heart and make you long for some unnamed thing. So how do we cope with homesickness when we’re very far away?