Narrative Essay : Homesickness Has Been A Terrible Felling For Many College Students

As per Merriam-Webster dictionary, homesickness is when you long for your home and family while being absent from them.

I grew up in poverty with a small family, which consisted of my mother, sister, two step brothers, and my father who has a no contact order with my sister and me. Many of my peers often complain about how much they hate school and would rather be at home. But for me school was my escape from another world. A world I have no choice but to withstand. A world where shootings are common, where drugs are everywhere, where police patrol every Tuesday and Thursday; the darker side of Seattle. With both my parents being immigrants coming from war-torn countries we had no choice where to live, to eat, and to learn. As a family, we had no help from anyone so we had to keep our head up and persevere.

Fifteen year old Danny shivered as Dennis threatened, “I’m going to kick your little ass and teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.”

I will have to overcome separation from family and friends. I could get homesick by trying to overcome this obstacle. This would relate to how Odysseus has to leave to go to war for his kingdom with a few other men. Odysseus has to leave the day after his son is born to fight in the Trojan War for his family and kingdom, therefore he had to leave his kingdom and most importantly his wife. Odysseus tells his wife if he isn’t back before his son grew a beard for her to promise to move on. This situation is much like mine; I would have to leave my family in order to travel the world , it would be a hard obstacle to overcome, distance from family could keep me from going. I can not let my separation anxiety keep me from pursuing my

Moving away from the place that one calls home is a hard situation, especially for a child at a young age. I lived in Brookhaven, Mississippi, and I was in the eighth grade. I had been in Brookhaven School District majority of my childhood. I had plenty of friends, and I was involved in school clubs. It was two weeks before the beginning of my freshman year when I got the news. My mom called me in her room and explained why I had to transfer schools. My sister has Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis, and she felt that it was best that we try a smaller school. I called up my friends to tell them the news, and we decided that these last few nights were going to be the best. We went out to bowl, had sleep overs, and had a special trip to the waterpark. I felt so happy to get that time with them, but moving day came and ruined all of the fun. That morning we packed up the house, said our goodbyes to our neighbors, and drove away. Though as I rode in the car towards a new beginning, I felt like I left behind the whole world behind me.

Making the adjustment to a new lifestyle can take its toll on students, and can leave them feeling uneasy. Being that student athletes don't get the luxury to go home every weekend sets up a new obstacle in the way of easing into a new lifestyle. College freshmen suffering from homesickness should communicate with their support group from back home, typically close family and friends, in order to feel connected with back home. There are many forms of communication now-a-days that allow people all around the world to stay connected. College students that are dealing with homesickness should take advantage of (devices) such as Face-time, Skype, Snapchat, and even old fashion snail mail can make home seem a little more

The thought of moving to Florida nauseated me. I can't believe my fucking mom. We have the perfect life in New Jersey. Im an Honor roll student, she has a good paying job and a wonderful husband. It baffles me why she would even consider leaving. Especially in the ending of the school year. As I packed a collage of me and my friends I broke down.

Everyone’s life has changed when they had to go into hiding, when their time came. They were scared and didn’t know what to do, they no longer had a life to live anymore. Anne was motivated to strive for change when she and her family were separated by her family. Not being able to see everyone she loved and not being with them anymore. She wanted to be different from everyone and go out and do things on her own, by writing.

Roxanne watched him levelly, and nodded slightly as he withdrew a key. "Jim or James, it is. Maybe Jimmy, Jimbo, or anything else I can think of where warranted." She couldn't help but smirk. She wondered if any combination of nicknames would irritate him. Was it petty for her to want to find something to do so if the opportunity presented itself? She might be a tad-bit spiteful for some time for being roped into all of this. Ultimately, though, she just needed to keep reminding herself of the benefits of this. She would get off scot-free and her car would be back in her possession. Very briefly, she wondered if she should move when - or perhaps if - this little debacle was over. It was something she would ponder later, for he was moving towards

free, if only we had to strength to push .Using avoidance Ana suppressed that urge to be freed , as the unknown outcomes of confrontation left her in the dark.But the confrontation is the part that contributes to the overall continues resolution.

This essay could not be more relevant. As a freshman in college, I was homesick to the highest degree when I first arrived. I longed for my sense of home. Like Kimberly Dovey expressed, the idea of home had become so engrained in my psyche that I did not realize what I had been missing until I was gone. The first few days of college were the roughest. I found myself irritated with the fact that my new space did not match my home space and my new schedule did not match my home schedule Honestly, it was the little things, my spatial order, that was not only disrupted the most, but the hardest for me to cope with. Placement of my toothbrush, shoes on in the dorm room, sleeping at a certain time, all of my old habits no longer matched with my

It is such a bittersweet feeling. I have to deal with a new town, new people, and the hardest one, dealing with missing my family. On the contrast, it is a new chapter of my life, and the key to success. I get to my dornn in residence 4, and start unpacking my bags. I'm excited to meet my roomamte in person. We had already talked before, but it's not the same as actually meeting her. We had so many things to agree on, and I was looking forward to that. However, since I got there first, I took the best bed, That wasn’t up for discussion The hardest part of that day was saying good-bye to my family. My heart was throbbing very fast. I never thought this day would ever come. We've always been very united, and I'm the first one in my family to leave off to college. Neither them not I were prepared for this

When I was little, My family and I moved to different areas because of my dad’s work in the Navy. We traveled from California to Washington to Florida then back to California. We lived in military neighborhoods and RV camps. This constant change of scenery and people I interacted with gave me a sense of perspective on how different the world can be. It was not until I was six when we settled in San Diego with my aunt. We lived there for two years and then moved to Moreno Valley and finally got our own permanent house.

I woke up and me and my friends packed clothes because we were going to vacation. I got dress did my hair brushed my teeth and ate breakfast.

When one thinks about their “home”, they get a comfortable feeling, happiness, tranquility, etc. Now, the feeling that I get when I’m at home is stress, an unknown place, sadness in which causes me to want to escape and live in a fantasy world in my mind. My house isn’t a home to be in or live in at all due to the sour relationship my stepfather has towards me, the confinement and misery, and finally the treatment I receive at home. First, my stepfather and I have a sour relationship due to his fault because he treats me like trash and always talk bad things about me behind my back to my mother or siblings. However, when my mother is home he does not say a word or treat me like dirt but recently my mother has noticed that all he does is talk about me and how I’m no good and he tries to persuade my siblings to hate me. But let’s get one thing straight, even if my siblings resent me which they don’t but if they did, they would know the whole truth about their father and who he really is, for he is the devil. I’m not as a simile, I’m saying it because it is the truth. My stepfather might look like an angel and a person who would seem like they could not hurt a fly but, if he has the chance he will do it behind your back. He made me feel like I lived in hell, in a confinement and misery for he didn’t allow me to text, have friends or even hang out with them. Lastly, he said I couldn’t have a boyfriend and the time he figured I was talking to a guy he went all crazy and