A follow-up post to my previous one on the subject of homesickness – 6 Ways to Beat Homesickness – these are the things you shouldn’t do to beat homesickness!
While there are a million ways to make yourself feel better in a time of homesickness, there are a few key ways to keep yourself from healing, if not making the homesickness worse for yourself. Below are some of the things to avoid doing if you’re starting to feel the tinges of homesickness rear its ugly head.
It doesn’t matter how often or how long you travel for, you will still get homesick.
You will miss your mom and your little sister, you will miss home cooked meals or that cup of coffee from Tim Hortons (or Starbucks, whatever). It happens to the best of us, although the more you travel the more equipped you become to handle it in a healthy manner.
Every single human being is different – we have all have different needs, reactions and desires. The way to handle homesickness is different for absolutely everyone, so the list below is just a basic starter set to get your on your way to healing and start getting excited to be in a foreign country again!
It’s helped me countless times, and I’m happy to spread a little wisdom on to others who are out and about for the first time!
I’m a huge fan of road trips – the idea of the open road, bad food and loud music to sing along to always sounds like the best idea to me. As I’ve come to learn, every place I go to road trip seems to be different – different rules, different places to see, different ways to improve your experience.
I just spent 6 days travelling around Tassie with a friend, and below are a couple tips for those taking the spectacular opportunity to do it for themselves!
My plane landed in Hobart airport at 8:40am.
I was here!
I was finally in the lesser known, even less travelled Australian island state of Tasmania. And although I was in Tasmania (affectionately known as Tassie) to do farm work, (second year visa crap) I had hoped to travel a little around the island during my short 3 month stay. But I was on my way to the farm the next morning, so I had 24 hours to check out Hobart and what it had to offer me. 24 hours in the most beautiful, friendly, historic Australian city is by far not enough time, but I made due.
Being a travel blogger, I read so many other travel blogs for inspiration, encouragement, travel advice and for some amazing stories. I talk about some of their stories to my friends, and low and behold they have actually never heard of them before!
Some travel blogs I have followed since I was 16, others only for the last couple of months, but I love every single one of them and always anxiously wait for the next blog post or update. It’s kind of funny, because it’s such a different array of bogs from family blogs to solo female to food blogs… The only thing they have in common is travel and that’s all that matters. Now! Here’s a little list of my favourite travel blogs, who they are, why I love them and why I think you will fall in love with them too 🙂
I have been trying for the past week to write a new blog post. I probably have five partially written posts, that in all honesty I don’t like at all. I’ve just been feeling uninspired and I think I have the travel blues.
It was our last day of the road trip to Melbourne. We were already freaking out because we had to return the truck by 3pm, and at the rate we were going we were going to be late – a $200 fine. Being intelligent, we called Britz – our car company – and asked for another day with the truck. They accepted. So we decided to take a detour.
We were on our way to the Philip Islands go to see some penguins. Apparently, there is a penguin march every night as they climb onto the rocky shores to escape predators. We – Trine, Adam, and I – were all so excited to go see these funny little penguins in the wild.
We were about an hour from the island when it happened.
We were making our slow ascent up a hill in our truck, when the clutch burned out.
I stood there as the wave came crashing over me. I tried to jump up, to get over top of it, but it broke just as it hit me, dragging me under the water with it. I twist and turn, feet hitting the sand, just to pop back up out of the water just in time for the next wave.
I love coffee.
No, really. I love coffee. I would take caffeine over alcohol any day of the week.
And thus, I desperately miss Tim Hortons.
It’s only been the better part of three weeks and I’m starting to miss my Iced Capps and double double’s miserably. I’m true Canadian and proud of it!
But I think I just found a cafe that tops Timmies ten-fold…