People are homesick for many reasons. One very obvious one is not having their own bathroom. I don’t see why that has to be. On the very first day, I strutted into the 6th floor bathroom and assumed the first stall on the left as my own – with doilies and science magazines and such. Eventually, people thought it would be a good idea to throw up on, near or beneath that stall.
It’s a good thing I have more doilies.
I’m homesick. I miss my carpeted bedroom floor. I miss having the whole bathroom to myself. I miss having a good view of Des Planes Forest Preserve in my room. I miss having people to talk to for everything that I need to know. I miss being able to pull through with just sparknotes in an English class. I miss not having to stock up on caffeine to finish up some last minute homework. I miss home.
I’m not homesick. I made a pun.
I get it. Home. Sick. Vomit. Right?
Meh, sure homesickness is bad, but try the boredom of being at home with nothing to do.