I’ve been having a few days lately where I’m feeling sad, but I have a hard time calling it “homesick.”  I think it’s because of how I have come to define the word home.

Minnesota is where our friends & family are.  Sure, there are a few sprinkled around the country in other places, but most of them are in our home state.  I knew moving across the country would be hard.  Not because we miss the sub zero temperatures and huge mountains of snow, but because we miss the people.  
This is an amazing opportunity for us to get to live somewhere new for a while and explore, but we are missing out on a lot of things too.  We are missing birthdays, weddings, celebrations and random Saturday night gatherings.  Those don’t stop when you leave.  They happen without you.  People have a good time when you aren’t there.  Sometimes, that sucks.  There have been many moments in the last 5 months that I have shed a tear over a picture on Facebook or Instagram because those are my people having fun without me.
It might sound crazy or selfish to those of you that haven’t experienced a move away from friends & family, but to me, it’s very real.  
I went into this experience with little expectations about anything.  I didn’t want to be anxious or too excited.  I wanted to just take each day at a time.  We have had mostly amazing days, but there have been a few that make me really miss Minnesota and family and our friends and I want to curl up in a ball and cry about it (and maybe I have.)
I’m so lucky that I’m going through all of this with my husband and from day one, we both agreed to talk it out when we’re having those days so we can help each other through it.  
You always see the signs that say home is where your heart is and I truly believe that.  Part of my heart is back in Minnesota, but a big part of it is here.  
We love where we are living and the things we get to experience and luckily there are so many distractions.  We live across the river from the greatest city in the world.  We could explore a new place every day and never eat at the same restaurant twice.  We are meeting brand new people and starting to form relationships with other twenty/thirty somethings that left their hometowns to come and explore just like we did.  It’s a crazy experience.
Please tell me that I’m not the only one that has those feelings and those days.  What do you do to get through it?  Does it get easier?