- I learned, quickly that homesickness doesn’t happen immediately. At least, it wasn’t like that for me. College, in all of its newness and gothic buildings and interesting people, enchanted me from the first day. Each day became more exciting than the next when you kept meeting new people, and the food was impressive, and the classes have you thinking about questions you couldn’t answer until the next day. And then you kind of hit a wall. I became nostalgic not for places, like I’d predicted, but for feelings and experiences. I missed the routines I didn’t realize were routines, like calling my best friend to recap the day and car rides home with my mom and being around people with a similar sense of humor as me. To East-coasters thinking about moving to the Midwest, it’s gorgeous here, and the people are miraculously nice. If you trip and fall, people get worried and want to help. It looks almost the same, but it’s not familiar. Standards for food are completely different. I’ve learned that water-ice, good pizza, fresh fish, and hoagies are either drastically different, or do not exist. It’s something to adjust to, and I’m still trying to figure out. But I’m happy, and I’m learning. I hope you are too.