im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story
all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying
I’ve never been homesick, not when I went on residential for a week, not when I moved out and not even when I lived in Vancouver for a year, I missed Leeds, but that was more about friends, the grime of Hyde Park, the real ale and the Yorkshire accent, I never got sad. But I’m feeling it now, except it’s not for my home, it’s for the people and places I knew in Vancouver, the vast quantities of craft beer, the amazing DIY punk scene, riding the skytrain and living surrounded by mountains, forests and the ocean. I miss it all so badly, (although I don’t miss that god awful room and bed). Some people would call that wanderlust but I’m not pining for travel, I just miss Van.