I hear a song by The Drones or You Am I. I spot a guy with a cheeky grin. I see a girl wearing dark green. I watch a bad Nic Cage movie on TV on a rainy Saturday night.
Home sickness can hit anywhere, anytime. My heart begins to weigh me down. I slow down my pace or zone out. I start to sigh heavily.
I begin thinking about old friends and missing people who I didn’t think I’d miss. I reminisce about winter backyard bonfire parties in the North, sunny Sunday morning Camberwell market scavenger hunts (hungover), hanging out at Fitzroy and Brunswick dive bars until 3am on a weeknight, and frantically attempting to try whatever new cafe has opened that week. Most of all, I yearn to cuddle my cat.
