A sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past
There’s something about being home sick that brings upon me a profound sense of nostalgia. I lie on the couch, listless, thinking about all the wonderful things that have happened or that I have loved and miss. I’ve always been a bit sentimental.
I’ve had la grippe for around two weeks now, hopefully I’m finally starting to improve and can go back to work tomorrow with a fresh sense of healthiness and vigour.
In the meantime, I’ve been dwelling on the things I miss back home in Australia and even the things I miss back in Germany. I was even starting to think about the things I would miss here whenever we do leave.
