Since moving to LA, I haven’t really been homesick, if I’m being totally honest. Yes, there have been moments when my family was gathering and I was thousands of miles away that made me a little bummed, but nothing that made me genuinely want to be somewhere else. Since I’ve been “on my own” for a few years now, it’s been easier and easier to hang up after a Skype with my family and not feel sad.
That is, until recently. I had a wave of homesickness at the most unexpected moment. And truth be told, it wasn’t even a homesickness for my actual home.
It happened at the dentist. I finally made an appointment to see a dentist here in LA. Upon arriving, I was greeted and taken back to the room, my dental hygienist not saying much at all. The dentist himself was nice, but it just seemed off, like I can’t quite put my finger on it, you know? While I was waiting for him to come back to the room, I almost started crying; I had a wave of sadness hit and I realized that I missed my dentist in Ohio. Dr. Clark was so genuine and helpful. He always took time to answer any questions or just ask about my day. I missed my dental hygienist, Whitney, who was so kind and bubbly and warm; her chatter always made me forget about any nerves or anxieties.
In that moment, I would have given anything to be in the dental chair in New Albany, Ohio instead of LA. I wanted to walk out, if I’m being perfectly honest. I just wanted to cry. I hadn’t really felt that way since many years before, when I had first moved away from home in PA to live in Columbus. And maybe it’s all the craziness that’s happening in the world today that pushed me to the brink, but that day at the dentist, I found that I truly missed someone, some place so badly, that it made Ohio feel even more like home. And while LA is fun and I’ll never regret moving here, I can’t wait for the day I get to return to the buckeye state (O-H!)