Homesickness

Like grief also change happens in a set pattern. When you go to a new place for a longer period of time, ze culture shock happens in 100% certainty. Some don't even notice it, some think that they are going crazy. The steps are:

1. honeymoon -everything's better than home
2. negotiation - everything's better back home
3. adjustment - everything's your new home

I never had step 1 or 2, I went straight to 3. I'm happy to be here, but never jumped over the roofs. Don't get me wrong, I AM thankful for this opportunity, I DO like it here, and I DO understand that this is the opportunity of a life time. Heck, I could imagine myself living here.
But alas, I am homesick.
It is completely normal but I feel guilty about it, which doesn't help at all. I don't expect anybody to understand, but it would be nice to get some understanding. This is typical, but also really, really annoying. I don't want to be whiny and sad. Not now. I'm going away soon enough.

To other news: on Friday I'm going to Sabah and next week's Friday I'm off to Vietnam and Cambodia. The week after that we are going to Brunei and then it's my last week. Tomorrow I shall make a post about my daily routines. I promise you guys, it's going to be the best one yet!