Homesick?

People that I have met out here frequesntly ask me if I feel homesick.

'No,' I tell them, 'I feel friendsick.'

And I do. Don't get me wrong, I do miss parts of Plymouth, I miss mum and dad, Nicola and Toffee, but I've been to university. I know I can cope with being apart from them. This is just like that, but with an ocean between places.

But truly I am friendsick. I would really quite like to go to the pub quiz with Sumika, Zack and co. Have cup of tea in Paul's back garden. Pretend to be eating steak and chips with Steve. Going on an aimless walk with Stefan.

It makes it harder seeing them do stuff together. I missed Zack and Dhani's housewarming. That sucks. I have missed countless nights out. That sucks. I have missed, no doubt, the stupid trips to KFC and marathons of My Super Sweet 16. That really sucks.

But do I begrudge them that? Hell no. Do I wish I hadn't come out here? Definitely not.

I know the obvious flaw in that argument is that I am away from them at uni. Well yeah, but I have friends in Norwich and they have their friends where ever.

Ugh, fuck this mood. I need to eat crap now.