Gurbet çekmek (v.: to be homesick for one’s home or homeland) or why I’ve been absent

I haven’t lived in the US in over three years, but I still get homesick for America every now and then.  I don’t know how people can move away from their homeland and stay away.  I think of all the immigrants I know — in the US and overseas — and I wonder how they manage to make the decision to leave everything they know and love behind for a new life.  The only way I’ve been able to do so is by knowing that it isn’t forever and that I can go back anytime I need to get a fix of good old Americana.

This past week has been one of those weeks when everything I do, see, or think makes me want to spend time back home.  Maybe it’s the fall weather and knowing that football season is starting.  Maybe it was the Labor Day sales emails I got from all my favorite stores.  Maybe it’s just that odd ‘back-to-school’ feeling I always seem to get this time of year (despite not being enrolled in a school in over 7 years).  Maybe it’s just ‘that time’ to return back.  Whatever the reason, I find myself aching to be back home in the US these days.

I want to eat a delicious, juicy burger cooked the way I ordered it (in English).  I want to go to my favorite yarn stores and stock up on new yearns for winter projects while chatting with fellow knitters (in English).  I want to go for a run on real trails.  I want to order a skinny vanilla latte at Starbucks without having to spell my first name for the barista.  I want to see a movie (without subtitles).  I want to go to Target.  Really, this list could go on for days of all the silly things I’m longing for from home.

I’ve been so pathetically homesick I haven’t even been up for writing here for all my friends and family to read.  Which (in addition to being flighty about emailing) has only made me feel more isolated from home and more homesick.

So Mr. Awesome and I are hoping to head home (and by “home” ironically, I just mean America because we have no actual home to which to go really — but thank you family and friends for always offering up space!) for a few weeks in October.  With that decision made and closer than the very long term and vague end point of our time here, I hope to be snapped out of my homesick funk and back to normal blogging and exploring.



  1. joannegiustini

     /  September 14, 2012

    Your home is homesick for you. Well not your current home but… home is where the heart is. Your home’s heart is with you! We can’t wait to see you!

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