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 love TED Talks. With an undying passion. If there is a new TED Talks up, I will watch it. I love to learn, I love to see what new ideas there are, and I love to be challenged as an individual.
I have recently watched a TED talks where the man speaking challenged the audience to define your own personal freedom. He basically stated that if I didn’t define my own freedom, it would be defined for me.
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!
It had been a crappy week when it came to weather.
Cold winds, lots of rain, clouds covering the skies without the chance of any blue in the near future. Vicky and I had made due – kayaking and enjoying our time in Corinna nonetheless. But as we pulled out of Rosebery and drive the hundred or so kilometres to Cradle Mountain, we prayed for something better.
And oh my God it worked!
By the time we drove along the dusty dirt road and parked next to the visitor centre, the sun was ablaze in the sky and there wasn’t as cloud for miles! What a perfect day!
What a perfect day to hike around Cradle Mountain.
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?!
I walked to the very edge of the abyss and took a long, deep breath.
It was just a feeling in my gut, the one deep down like a log in the bottom of your stomach, right beside your intestines. It sits there, unmoving, knowing that you’re about to make one of the worst decisions of your life. It gnaws at you – forcing you to remember every little thing that could go wrong. A cord breaking, too much wind, a simple fold not being where it should be, your instructor falling unconscious above you… Those images and dozens of others flash behind my eye lids as I close my eyes to breathe.
Breathe in, breathe out. Relax.
Harness on, strapped tightly to my instructor behind me – almost as though we were one organism – we lumber to the door, shuffling awkwardly past the other benches where the other jumpers had previously sat. When you get to the door, the wind takes hold and whips my hair back, and I cross my arms over my chest, hands on each shoulder. Kind of ironic, as that’s the position you take in a coffin.
One more deep breath. Okay.
Leaning forward together, we jumped, and I soared.
I’m just going to start by saying that seven days is not enough time to even scratch the surface of Tasmania.
This little island state just off the coast of Australia, this hardly visited, rarely talked about little island is hustling and bustling with things to do and beautiful places to see. And it’s really not as little as everyone thinks it is, and even for the size of Tassie there’s so much to see and do it would easily take you a couple of months to really experience the full island.
But I only had seven days.