I have been with my parents since birth. I had to go stay with some family members from time to time, but it was mainly visiting, so I was used to it.

At some point, I was very much okay with the whole arrangement and felt comfortable because I really preferred staying out of my mom's presence back then. It was mostly toxic for me when she was around this was all the careless thinking of a child who needed freedom back then so being away from home was a relief to me.

All this happened, I was at peace but forgot the bigger picture that no matter how much I wanted to leave home, a day would come when that would happen freely without any issues and I was going to miss home.

So it happened that I got admission to further my studies. At first, it was great news, which was welcomed with so much joy. Preparation was all made for me to leave for school and I was happy. I was finally getting the freedoms I needed. So, in school, where I knew no one, I was completely alone, always alone, and mostly in doors.

My kind of person made things even worse for me because I couldn't make friends as fast as I needed that company. This is me, who had always wanted to leave home, and now all I needed was to return home because I miss my family so much.

It was really an experience. Being away from home got me so sick that I had to go get myself some drugs to help me get stable.

I was so sick of home and got so tired of the whole situation. I really needed to go back home. I lost my appetite for everything. I couldn't eat. All I could think of was to go back home.
I never knew it could be this hard to stay away from home.