Homesickness

Personally, I have always loved being at home. It’s my safe space. It’s where my bed is, my cats, my ipad, all of the things that I consider important to my mental health. My mom always tells me that I was always the kid who was home first. Like I’m secretly an old man. When I was little I hardly had sleepovers, only with my closest of friends I was okay with, and even then, in the morning I couldn’t wait for my mom to pick me up and take me to my bed. As a teenager, I’d leave parties as early as 11:00 and be at home in bed before midnight. It most likely has everything to do with the fact that I’m very much antisocial, and as I got older I had to start masking my emotions, which is a common BPD symptom. However, once I was home, I could just be myself, no judgement, no noise, just me and the things that bring me comfort. I find inner peace when I’m alone, and that’s okay! There is nothing wrong with enjoying the aspect of being home all the time, especially after you start paying rent, lol. Travelling is a little different, for the time being on vacation I consider the hotel a home away from home, and at the end of the trip all I can think about is going to my real home. Maybe I really am an old soul, but I spend my entire working week outside in various weather conditions throughout the entire year, so yeah, I definitely think spending my weekend inside, resting and relaxing in comfort, is the best thing for me. If you are the same way, it’s good to know I’m not alone. Some people are able to stay away from home for extended periods of time, but not this gal. I will always love going home.