I’ll admit. Its been 13 years, but it never gets any easier. Last two years, I was working on Christmas day, so that made the homesickness a little easier to bear. When you are busy, you don’t really have time to think about home. But this year, it hit me again. Except I didn’t really feel very homesick until Boxing day. Weird, right? I don’t really know what triggers it, or what can make it better. I just know it comes on quite suddenly, and bam! A little phrase, or the smell of freshly baked bread brings tears to my eyes. I’m a pathetic mess.