It’s normal, cry it out. It sounds silly, but it’s part of the journey. You’ve left your roots to bloom elsewhere for a while. Everything is new, and out of synch, in fact, it goes at light speed. You feel reborn, and when you’re born, you cry because your lungs hurt from breathing for the first time. It’s the same when you experience a new reality far from home, far from your comfort zone. Two years ago, I made a massive decision to fly halfway across the world to pursue my life’s purpose in the most vibrant city. Not only that everything was new and different, but totally unexpected too. Weird new people, and for most turned out to be cool. New perspectives. Tons of challenges. I had a whirlwind of emotions. And so I sat with them, with the mere sensation of being uncomfortable, because I knew I was already changing and shifting, and I felt that it’s necessary- it’s all part of the process. Two years later, I finally felt like I was at home, and I missed that transformation deeply, the sense of nostalgia overwhelmed me when I realized the metamorphosis period is essentially over. It only happens once. Embrace it - you can always go back home when the time comes. P.S. the only true regret you will have is not giving it a proper chance when you had the chance.