I wanted to write something meaningful, but then it got late, my lungs started hurting and I sort of lost concentration. It’s hard to post when breathing hurts, but at least it’s a distraction.
I spent the weekend with my cousin and my sister, which was fun but in some ways very draining. I loved spending time with them, but it made the weekend feel far too short. It was like a reminder of how much harder it is to spend time with my family now that I work, and makes me feel deeply homesick. But it’s hard to tell whether this is really homesickness, or more nostalgia for a time I can’t have back – one where I saw my family regularly, when everyone wanted to be around each other and we were all happy, or happy enough… A time before it all went wrong.