I'm not the type to get homesick. Not really. I remember being a little kid and sleeping over at a friend's house. I must have been about 7 years old. I was watching a movie with my friend and her mom. They both fell asleep, snuggled together on an easy chair. And I was sitting there, completely awake, on the couch.
I was little. So I didn't know what to do about this. I wasn't going to be able to sleep without a pillow or blanket. So I think I started crying and the mom woke up. My mom came and took me home. I'm sure on some level I missed the familiarity of my nightly routine, but really, I wasn't homesick. I was bored.
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