Studying abroad had always sounded exciting, a new country, a new life, new experiences. But when I arrived, the reality felt different. The excitement gave way to an unexpected emptiness, a quiet, persistent homesickness that lingered in moments I hadn’t prepared for.
More than just missing home, it was the unfamiliarity of everything around me, a feeling of being slightly out of place, still learning how to find my footing in a world that had yet to feel like my own.
During my very first year, almost every day brought new experiences that were both exciting and overwhelming. Simple tasks like grocery shopping, commuting, or booking grab bikes felt like small victories. I vividly remember my first week, when I got lost trying to find my classroom. The initial excitement of a new environment quickly gave way to nervousness, uncertainty, and a feeling of being alone. Even everyday things, like setting up a bank account or learning to cook meals I enjoyed, became lessons in self-sufficiency. Vietnam, with all its energy and life, didn’t feel like my home; it felt like a beautiful, foreign stage where I was merely playing a role, waiting for the real world I knew, the world with my family and familiar comforts, to return
At the same time, although I was trying to adapt to this new world, I kept booking flights home every semester break. I missed my family too much, and the thought of returning to the comfort and familiarity of home was always stronger than the pull to stay.