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!
School is important. We learn how to read and write, we learn how do math and develop social skills that carry us through life. We make friends, study biology, and try to figure out what we want to do with our lives afterwards.
School is obviously important, but what about travel? “Not as important as going to school every day, writing those essays on Shakespeare and getting 100% on those standardized tests!” Bullshit. Travel is just as important as school, and I wholeheartedly believe that every single person should step out of their comfort zone and travel. And no, not to that all-inclusive in Mexico.
You will learn something. It may surprise you, it may not, but below are eight things that I’ve learned in my short couple of years travelling that I hadn’t learned in school previously.
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.
I’ve started posting again!
But where the hell are all of the photos?!
What a beautiful, hot day… I need to go to the beach! I mean it’s at least 35 degrees celsius outside, I’m literally melting. But Bondi is too busy, Manly is a $14 trip away and also always packed on the weekends.. Honestly I just want to get away from people. So where should I go?
Easy. The Royal National Park.
I’m not even going to write anything. There were no words for how absolutely amazing the fireworks were this year, just long shouts and screams and “wows” from the entire crowd in Waverton watching the fireworks with us. The kids were excited, the adults were excited, and I was over the moon!
So now, without further a-do, the photos! (I took about 400, but I’ll only add the ones I deem worthy).
Yes, I realize that this post is a little late. But you’ll forgive me, right?
I can honestly say that I love Instagram. Truly.
I love taking photos, and being able to share them right away with the entire world! Some of them might now be of the best quality, but in that moment what I saw made me happy, or laugh, or sad… Made me feel something that made me want to immediately share it with everyone else around me!
And now without further ado, below are 20 of my favourite Instagram photos of the year!
“Just one more break.” I plead, sitting down on the hard ground, my backpack thumping behind me. My legs are screaming at me in protest as I stretch them out over the dirt, and my breathing is laboured but slowly leveling out. It feels like I’ve been running for days. In reality I only just finished the first staircase of many, many more to get back up to the top of the mountains we just clambered down.
I was out of water, stupid me I thought one bottle would be enough for a small hike around a valley. My bag was heavy with the weight of my Nikon in it, and more than once I debated throwing the entire thing into the stream beside us. My friend, an ahsmatic, seemed to be doing better than I was with this torturous walk. Pathetic.
With that thought in my head, I oh so gracefully stumble back onto my feet, almost falling over in the process, and continue my journey up the stairways of hell. One foot after another, one step at a time.