The word homesickness has taken on a new meaning for me ever since I went for studies in England. In the beginning I was very excited. I always wanted to live in a different country alone. So this was my chance. I was not thinking about anything else. I just wanted to go there.
The first year everything was fine. I made a lot of friends, I was going to the university, I rent a house, and everything seemed perfect. I came to Greece for Christmas and Easter holidays only. Then I came for the 3 months, summer holidays.
The second year wasn't very good. This excitement, which I had the first year, has gone. Especially after the summer I spent in Greece, which was so good, and I has such fun, every single thing was annoying me, the weather, the people, the mentality of English people. I was so desperate. I was waiting for Christmas holidays like crazy. I missed my home, my friends my relatives. I was spending a lot of money just to talk with them on the phone. I didn't know what to do cause I went to England for studies and not for vacations and I couldn't just leave. I had to be patient. Finally I finished the second year on June and the summer holidays were my redemption. Then I had to go back for the third. I was thinking about it all summer. I couldn't go back ton England so I decided to stop my studies temporarily or to be transferred on a college in Greece, which is what I did.
I never though that I m going to miss home so much. I didn't regret it cause I made good friends and it was a life experience but I learn something, there is no place like home.