Lets just say that I have been a little homesick....I've mentioned this in posts on Facebook and have had lots of keep your chin up comments...Please don't take me missing home as being unappreciative of my opportunity. I ask you to all, walk in my shoes for a minute and get the thought out of your head that this experience is a "incredible vacation with nothing but excitement around every turn"...because that is just not the case. In all seriousness, 85% of the time Kori and I are in our rooms, perusing Facebook, twitter, pinterest and YouTube...to simply occupy our brains from utter boredom. We go for walks to see our Irish horses...and when we go out to the city we have a blast, and when we go on adventures we also really enjoy ourselves.....Getting away from the dorms is key....Otherwise this leaves lots of time to be inside your own head. Thinking about all the things that are going on at home, that you feel like you are missing out on...I know there is always next fall, but it just seems so far away...
In all honesty, the homesickness is in regards to my husband. I knew this was going to be hard being away from him..but I didn't realize how much. I have thought about our relationship so much over this initial time that I have been here. Its given me time to reflect. Its interesting now to me, to think of the fact that somehow I have always wanted him, ...from the very beginning of our relationship years ago when I first went to the farm. Now we are together, but separated and it is very difficult, because I feel like he is a part of me physically. So it causes me pain to miss him, to be away from him. Counting down the days on my desk calendar seems to help. Talking to him on Skype helps even more...but its all relative in comparison to others out there who might be experiencing homesickness, or missing loved ones or what have you. I say this because my friend Holly Witt has just recently lost her husband. Tragically lost him...in such a way, knowing how I love Frank, I'm not sure I could be as strong as she has been. She is blogging through the pain and letting us all in to see her raw emotions. Every time I read it, though its inspirational, I cry...as if it was my husband that has died...because the pain is so real and honest. I feel like I really should pull up my big girl panties and move forward, because soon this trip will be over and I will get to run and hug my husband at the airport...Holly only has photos and memories of the man of her dreams. Because she is so strong, because she is amazing in letting us into her life, I feel stronger and feel as if I owe it to her to be that way. This is only temporary pain for me....not for her however...and everyday she moves on and says something wonderfully inspiring via Facebook. So I miss home, I miss my husband! But because of HOlly's blog I feel stronger and can't possibly thank her enough for letting us see what she is going through with the blog. She is an inspiration....truly....and I love her for it......So Thank you Holly Witt! Love and Hugs from Ireland...
the friendly female farmer!
