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Sick days are bad.
But sick days away from home are the worst.
I mean, these are the days when every bone in your body aches to be at home, even though most days you might dread the monotonous setting of the place.
Whenever I fall ill while being at the hostel, it feels like the illness somehow has a hundred times more amplified effect on me.
The feeling of not having my mother next to me, caressing my face.
The vacancy of my dad being at the door with my comfort food.
Or the random jokes that my little siblings crack, which are normally enough to get on my nerves. All of these sweet memories somehow get replaced by the cold, boring-coloured walls of my dormitory.
All this missing, somehow, makes the silence of my dorm louder.
As if it’s calling me out for being so weak, for being so homesick.
But can you really blame me?
There’s so much isolation in this place, nothing in the entire universe could convince me to like it here. Nothing can convince me to feel at home in a place that was never meant to feel like home in the first place.
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Because, let’s face it.
Falling sick at home makes you feel privileged.
Privileged to have people to take care of you.
Privileged to have parents and siblings who tend to all your needs.
Privileged to be at home.
But being sick away from home feels like a burden.
The burden of missing classes. Of running behind your targets. Of upsetting seniors at work or college.
Maybe these days are there to teach us a lesson. To remind us that even though it might not feel like it every day, having a place to go back to, having people who love you, care for you, is actually a blessing. These days are a reminder of how lucky we are to have people who make goodbyes difficult.
A place that makes us want to go back.
To warmth.
To happiness.
To love.
And it’s so important to never take that place for granted.
Sources: Blogger’s own opinion
Find the blogger: @shubhangichoudhary_29
This post is tagged under: Sick Days Away From Home, Homesickness, Hostel Life, College Life, Young Adulthood, Life Away From Home, Missing Home, Mental Health, Emotional Wellbeing, Student Life
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