HELLO MY FRIENDS. I know, I know, it’s been a long time, but are we surprised? No we are not. The excuse this time is that, I started therapy!!! woooooooo; I decided that this year was finally the year that I used my ovaries the right way (LOL).

I am happy. For the first time in a long time, I am happy. I have been working on things that have been holding me back from being myself. I have been working on things that were keeping me from loving my loved ones. I have been working on things that were keeping me from loving myself.

It was scary at first, being so vulnerable, but it has been worth it.



Today I wanted to talk to you guys about a homework that my psychologist left me (look at me still doing homework at 25); “a word that I would like to use to describe this year.”


This year has been about me, in a good way; it has been about learning to trust again.

In my opinion, I was raised with extremely high expectations, and I learned to live with them. However, when my mental health started to deteriorate because of this, instead of letting myself be human and make mistakes I decided to be hard on myself, blame myself for not being good enough (in my eyes).

I only lived for other people; pleasing other people, making them happy, no matter how much it would cost. I did not care how I felt, I only cared about how other people felt and, how they perceived me.

I always belittled myself, and took the blame for everything that went wrong in my life.

“I did not get an A, so that means that “I’m not smart,” so that means that my parents are not proud of me, so that means that they do not love me.”

“My friends treated me differently today, so that means *I* made a mistake, so that means they do not like me, so that means nobody likes me.”

My mental illness made me believe so many things that made me feel worthless, unlovable, imperfect.


I want to accept that I cannot control everything; that it is ok not to be perfect.

I want to accept that how other people treat me has nothing to do with me, and it has everything to do with them. We are not meant to be liked by everyone and that is just perfectly splendid (I have watched bly manor three times in two months and I cannot stop saying perfectly splendid) (someone help me)

I want to accept that sometimes I cannot give my everything, and that just because of this I should not feel lesser of a person. Finishing something is better than being paralyzed out of fear of not being perfect.

I want to accept that perfection does not exist, and that searching for it is just a waste of time. Searching for perfection has only made me an anxious person, a sad person. Searching for perfection has prevented me from doing things that I have been dying to do out of fear that I am not going to be perfect at them.

I choose the word “acceptance” because I want to be open to accept everything that is living.


We are all unique and flawed, we were not meant to be perfect. We are meant to make mistakes, fall down, get up, have cracks, be good at things, be bad at things. We are meant to cry and laugh, and learn. We are meant to love and be loved no matter how “good” we are at things. We are meant to accept ourselves just the way we are.


well, that’s it! I hope you enjoyed this perfectly splendid post, and that you get inspired to find your word (even if it is July).

I hope you have a perfectly splendid day.

Here is my perfectly splendid son.

and my perfectly splendid bitmoji.

Ok, I’m going to stop now.


DIARY ENTRY 6: some things I learned at 24

Hi friends!

peeking into frame with neutral face

Since I am turning *horror music* 25 TOMORROW, (🥲🥲) I have decided to share some things I have learned in the past two years (since I did a list of 22 things I learned at 22) (emphasis on the some because there is no way I can come up with 24 things) (I probably can, I just don’t want to)

  1. LET GO OF THOSE THAT BRING YOU DOWN. I ALWAYS talk about this, and I am going to keep talking about it. I have lived a lot of years (24 to be exact) keeping toxic people in my life because I was afraid of losing a friendship/family member. I would always put the years of relationship before my own emotional health and this year I have decided that I am no longer doing this. I have had plenty of “friends” and even family members that put me down because of my beliefs, what I like/don’t like, how I dress, how long/short my hair is. That diminish how I am feeling and say things like “oh everyone goes through that,” that don’t listen to anything that I have to say and only talk about themselves AND I’M JUST TIRED OF IT. so i got some scissors and cut them out of my life buh bye.
  2. A change of scenery is not always going to make you feel better, but it helps. I was extremely unhappy when I lived in the USA, and I thought that when I moved back home it would all just magically change, but it didn’t. I am better here, but I am not where I thought I was going to be. Moving back helped me realize that just changing where I lived wasn’t going to change everything, and that there are some things that I need to work on to get there, which is totally fine.
  3. ALCOHOL DOESN’T MAKE ANYTHING BETTER IN THE LONG RUN, but it sure does taste good.
  5. BE YOURSELF. be a fool, make fun of yourself, be immature, be mature, be selfish with your things. laugh out loud, cry out loud. DON’T EVER STOP BEING YOURSELF BECAUSE OF SOMEONE ELSE.
  6. DON’T BE HARD ON YOURSELF BECAUSE OF YOUR PHYSICAL APPEARANCE. our bodies change a LOT, we get old and wrinkly, (🥲🥲) our weight fluctuates, our hair changes texture and color, we grow and we shrink. We shouldn’t care so much about how we look like and worry more about who we are inside. (for example, I am a bitch) (a fabulous bitch)

“You are not your bra-size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe-size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress.

You are no amalgam of these things.

You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.”

(*taken from tumblr* Can’t remember who wrote it, but I will try to find who did) (CREDITS TO AUTHOR)

And that is it!! I hope you enjoyed this blog post, and that you have a lovely new year!! I wont. I am getting older. (I’m kidding) (or am I?)


Talk to you soon!

my son says hi

Diary Entry 5: the end of 2020 (or is it?)

As “Spotify wrapped” time has arrived it finally hit me that the year is almost over. This year truly did fly by, and a lot of things happened, but you know what didn’t? (*drum roll please*) A CATCH-UP BLOG!!!!!!!!! so it is time I give you one because I like writing these (and because the last blog post was *very sad* *very emotional* *not how we truly are 24/7*)

Should I catch you up on what I did during quarantine? (yes, here is a summary) (if you said no, sorry). I ate pasta almost everyday and gained like 5 pounds *just* from eating pasta. My gusband and I broke our video-chat record and talked over 12 hours in just one day. I did a lot of online shopping (hehe) (are we surprised tho? no we are not) ummmm, I did do two closet clean-outs (still wasn’t enough). I think that pretty much summarizes that time, I honestly only played Animal Crossing all day and ate pasta in between.

As I stated on my last blog post, I moved back home!! finally!!! right???!!! I no longer have to wait for my father to send me a text message saying “Sabes qué, por qué no vienes por unos días?” I finally get to eat tostones every single day, see my best friends, eat tostones every single day, be with my father and my youngest brother, eat tostones every single day, go to my favorite places without a time limit, and eat tostones every single day.

I cut my hair!! (but you already saw that on my last blog post, didn’t you?)

I got two of my wisdom teeth removed and almost died! YAAAAAYYYY!!! (wish I was kidding 🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂)

I adopted a KITTEN!!!!! BIIIITCHHH IM A MOTHER! (who would have thought that I would be a mother before turning 25? not me, to be quite honest) his name is Callisto (like the moon) (cute right??🥰🥰🥰) and in two days he has become the light of my life. my everything. my owner. the only thing I think about. my pride and joy. the reason I wake up (literally because I have to feed him).

And, the moment you have been waiting for, my bitmoji is still as adorable as ever. (but you already knew that)

Let’s be real; this year has been a HARD one; it has been full of excruciatingly painful moments, anxiety-filled moments, and to be honest, it has felt that nothing good was/is ever going to happen. However, this year has proven that (insert cliché) even in the darkest of times there is light (*crickets*). This year has taught me how cruel some people can be and how empathetic others are. It has shown me who I can count on in the most challenging times and how others show their true colors when under pressure. This year has shown me that it is the simplest things that *actually* do make me content. It has taught me that if someone makes you feel bad, it doesn’t matter who they are, you shouldn’t keep them in your life just because you love them (its all about the ✨energy✨ gurl). 

I hope you enjoyed this catch up blog as much as I enjoyed writing it!

until next time!

Calli says bye.




After God knows how long, I have finally moved back home!!!!! I am so happy!! I get to eat mangoes and tostones everyday, enjoy the lovely weather of the DR, aka HUMIDITY (🙂🙂🙂🙂), and I get to hang out with my family and friends whenever I want to. However, this is not a catch-up blog (sorry to disappoint); I’m going to talk about something that I had a lot of time to think about.. and that is ✨HOW INSECURE I AM✨ and why ✨I CAN’T TRUST ANYONE✨ (plot twist: it isn’t just because I am a Capricorn)

We tend to bury what has scarred us and then don’t know why we act the way we do. Whenever I went to a psychologist, I didn’t understand why I felt the way I did because I had pushed what happened to me so deep inside that I didn’t remember any of it (or maybe because I didn’t trust them to tell them why).


Let’s go back. I had a “friend” (well, she was supposed to be my best friend) that really, truly fucked me up (yup, not censoring). I’m not trying to blame her for EVERYTHING, because I know she wasn’t the blame for everything, but she was the blame for most of it. She would make me feel bad about the way I looked. She would talk bad about me behind my back. She would criticize the way I thought. She would criticize my hair, my clothes, how I walked, how I talked, the way I laughed. She would say how I wasn’t good enough to do anything. How nobody would ever love me because of how I acted. How nobody liked me, and they just pretended to because they felt bad for me.

I believed her.

She was my best friend.

I never realized that it all started with her until now.

The thing about it is.. I thought that remembering would help me, I don’t know, realize that nothing that she said was true because she was just a bully who hated herself that much to make me feel the way I did. But I still do.

It doesn’t matter how much people tell me that I am good at something. It doesn’t matter how much people tell me that I look good. It doesn’t matter how much people tell me I’m pretty. It doesn’t matter how much people tell me they like my laugh, my voice, the way I walk. I don’t believe them, because my best friend told me I wasn’t those things. It doesn’t matter that I know that what she said wasn’t true.

(yeeessshhhh, I don’t know how to make this blog post witty after all that)

Even though I am still battling with this (and let’s be honest, so much more than just this) in a way, I am ready to open up again (to a psychologist that is) (there is no way that I am trusting other people) (yet) (probably ever) (hahahahahha) (I need help). For the first time in maybe 14+ years, I want to *actually* work on getting better, not only for myself but also for my family and friends.

I want to be excited about going out. I want to be excited about making new friends that won’t make me feel like poop; friends that will help me grow. I want to be excited about taking on new challenges without fearing that I will not be good enough. I want to be able to talk to people about me, what makes me sad, and what makes me happy; I want to open up without being scared about it. I want to be able to be emotional about anything, without fearing what others might think. I want to be able to trust myself. I want to be able to forgive myself and accept myself the way I am.

(not me crying while writing this) 

Well, that’s it.. for now.. I hope you enjoyed this sad blog post about ✨me✨ . But in all seriousness, I hope that maybe it makes you see that you’re not alone like I thought I was. I hope that if someone made/is making you feel bad, you realized/realize with time that they are just bitter and jealous. I hope that you trust yourself enough to know that you are amazing the way you are. (if only I were like this with myself) (LOL).

At least I can thank her for my fantastic sense of humor and my wittiness. hehe

I guess I can finally tell my psychologist.

Talk to you soon!


Hiiiiiii, how y’alll doiiiinggg????……

By now we all know that Virginia (apparently I am a Gemini now) will stop posting for a while without a reason just because. So : ) since I have had time to think (HELLOOOOO??? 3 + MONTHS IN QUARANTINE) I decided to really, deeply think about what is making me miserable (not counting that I haven’t been home for over 8 months now) and I have decided to actually change those things (well, two of them). So, (so so so so so, I am truly sorry for the way I am going to “sound” (ha ha ha) on this blog post I have not spoken english in a long time since everyone I live with only speaks español) here is a blog post about some things that I have done for me.

  1. ✨I quit my job✨

2. Lets talk about social media.

I have already talked about how long I have used social media platforms (here is a blog post) but I have not talked about how unnecessarily unhappy using them has made me; specifically Instagram. I started using Instagram as a ✨creative outlet✨ and, at first it was. However, (uuhhh fancy fancy) as I used it more and more I started caring more about how many people liked my pics and followed me. That had been the case for over 8 years.

We, human beings, care (sadly) too much (pathetic) about what other people think about us. It got to the point where I would literally get anxious about posting a picture thinking “what if I don’t get X amount of likes” or “what if I lose followers” or “what if this is not the right time to post.” I stopped posting pictures of nature or buildings or the sky because they didn’t get as many likes as my other pictures did; I stopped using it to be creative; I stopped having fun. This literally messed me up SO MUCH (well, not really, just a bit). So I decided to change this.

One day during one of my ✨overthinking afternoons✨ I decided to deleted all the followers I didn’t know (and the ones that I just didn’t want following me) from my Instagram and made my account private 🙂 (well, actually, I had been thinking about doing that for more than a year; it wasn’t something that happened on the spur of the moment). To be honest, I hadn’t been as excited as I was in that exact moment for a while. For the first time in 8 years I feel like a living being and not an ego-centrical maniac that only cares about likes !!!!! (but in all seriousness it feels like a very heavy weight (that I put on my own shoulders) has been lifted)

I also decided to do this because I realized that anyone could see what I was doing, or where I was when I posted a story or post🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂🙂 (this is something that surprised me that I didn’t think about before because I am always paranoid about someone jumping me, but I would post that I was in a park in New York with a friend talking about how chai lattes are better in NY than in NJ ) (BIG clown energy)

What I am trying to convey in this blog post is that if something is making you unhappy, or has been making you unhappy for a while, and you’re scared to change it for whatever reason, stop and ask yourself “is that thing that big of a deal for it to control my happiness?” “is this even worth it?” “do I actually want all these strangers following me on a social media platform????????????????????????????????????????”

I hope you enjoyed this blog post and that maybe I made you think about changing something that makes you unhappy for no reason!!!

Talk to you next time!!!

Don’t miss me too much!!!

(This blog post is kind of 🤮like🤮 an oxymoron because I am talking about going more private on my Instagram while posting it publicly here🤡🤡🤡) (We stan a contradicting queen)

(What the actual heck is this new WordPress update ???)

Follow me on instagram !!!!!


Oh boy, does time fly !

First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

I have had some time off which means I have been thinking about what to write next, AND since the year AND a decade passed (LIKE TF) I decided to write about that (well, mostly about time and how fast it… wait for it… flies) (hehe). Surprisingly I learned a lot in (these?) (those?) (I DON’T KNOOOOWWWWW I AM AS CONFUSED NOW AS I WAS 10 YEARS AGO) 10 years. I had high highs and very low lows but I am here to talk about it today, so lets stop rambling and once and for all get started.

But first, can we talk about Virginia at the beginning of the decade and the end (no filters, no nothing)….


ANYWAY, let’s get serious.

Looking at those two pictures side by side has made me realize how much we can change in 10 years. I started looking at pictures of me as the years passed and I didn’t see much difference until I compared the first one and the last; this made me think that we probably think that we don’t change much personally either but when we think about who we were at the begining of a decade and then at the end, we can notice that we are probably not even the same person at all.

The end of a decade made me realize how much I went through as a single human being and also everything that I went through with my family and friends, and how much I grew from it all.

This decade I learned how strong human beings can actually be when they have something to lose, and how strong you have to become when you actually lose something. I learned that in the hardest times you will know who your real friends are. I learned that friends can become family, and that not all your family members are your friends. I learned that we cannot rely on time; we shouldn’t leave things for the future because we don’t know how long of a future we have.

This decade also showed me how delicate time can be, and how precious it truly is.

I learned that we should NEVER. EVER. live in fear of what other people think of us. At the begining of the decade I was someone that cared IMMENSELY what people thought about me; I wanted to feel “approved,” that people would die to be my friends, and now I look back at that and realize that I was insecure af and didn’t believe in myself. I looked for approval in others because * I * didn’t approve of myself, and this was not only because of me but also because of the people I was “friends” with, which let me to learn that the people that actually DO love you will never put you down; they will always show you that you are amazing the way you are, with all your “flaws;” in the end, that is what makes each and one of us unique.

This decade taught me that it is a 100% ok to be silly, to let loose, to have fun, to laugh as much as you want (even more when someone tells you to stop), because you don’t know when will be the next time you’ll be as content as you are in that moment.

I learned how independent my parents ACTUALLY raised me to be.

hi stretchies!!

I learned to love myself with all my “imperfections,” I am glad I got to meet people that have shown me that having stretch marks and cellulite and acne scars are a sign that we are growing and changing and ALIVE.

This decade taught me that it is ok to cry (even though I hate to do so). Don’t be scared of showing your emotions, we are emotional beings after all, we shouldn’t be judged, or feel judged, for doing what we were created to do. (and if someone judges you for crying or calls you weak DO NOT LISTEN TO THEM!! they are the weak ones and there is something seriously fucked up about them if they don’t cry)

(in the topic of crying, I learned that if you cry while doing a math problem it will most likely make you understand it, or it will make you realize that you will never do something that involves math) (in my case, it was the second one)

I learned that you should always tell, or better, show, your loved ones that you love them (I say show because I am not big on saying “I love you”) (I am more of a “did you get home safe?” “did you eat?” kind of person) (I AM A CAPRICORN), and that, in the end, you should tell your crush that you like them; they will either tell you they like you or that they don’t (which is why I never tell them, (I always wait for them to tell me) but I already talked about the fragility of time so i’m going to try to tell my current crush that I like him this decade) (lets emphasize the word TRY) (as you can tell i’m not really good with getting rejected) (Again, I am a Cap) (heh) (In all seriousness I don’t do it because I KNOW he doesn’t like me so I’m just suffering in silent🙂)

Now that I thought about everything I went through this decade, I can say that in a way I am truly grateful for it (except for sept of 2019, that month just SUCKED) (I even strained my neck, that is how much it sucked). I grew, I learned, I accepted myself, and I ate a lot of good food. I spent a lot of time with my family, got some true friends and had a blast with them, and, most importantly, learned about Henry Cavill.

Well, I think that is it! I have rambled enough!

I hope you enjoyed this blog post and that you have a great year AND decade.



(So ummm….. I have had this blog post sitting in my draft folder since January (heh). Every time I opened it I was not satisfied with what I wrote so I never published it, BUT I AM PUBLISHING IT NOW!!!

The other day I got an email from WordPress about how I had to pay for my blog and domain again and it made me sad because I have not written anything this year (well, that is a lie, I did write a extremely good letter to my boss about how unhappy I am (LOL)) and it made me think how much I crave it and miss it (as per usual). SO, here is the long awaited start of my “Diary Entries.”

P.s. I am not changing anything of it, and you will read it and pretend it is still January.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!! as I like to say, “new year, same me” (because lets be real, everyone likes to say “new year, new me” because we are expected do what we did not do the previous year and we like to believe that we are going to, even though we know damn well that we will not do any of those things)

ANYWAYS! since it is the new year, I thought “why not start the project that I said that I will start last year (heh). I thought that talking about “expectations” is a great way to start the year and the “new era” of Virginia Rodriguez. So, without further ado, lets get cracking.

I just turned 23, and getting (even more) older got me thinking about the things that I have accomplished and the things that I wanted to have accomplished by this age. To be honest, this kind of freaked me out because I realized that I have not accomplished a lot of things that I wanted to accomplish by now (or so I thought).

This is something that puts me down daily because I feel like I am MEDIOCRE (do not feel bad for me, I already know I am) (LOL). I cannot help but feel that I not only let myself down, but also everyone else around me. I mean yes, I fullfilled everything that is expected of me to be done by now but, there is still this thought deep in my brain that tells me that I am not there yet. (which is something that I do not do anymore) (Well, not as much) (I mean, come on, I still do it all the time but lets pretend I am getting better ok?)

However, (PLOT TWIST!) after thinking about my goals and lack of expected achievements achieved (is this correct?) (I hope my journalism advisor does not see this) I realized that we, human beings, like to pressure ourselves into doing things that we are not ready to do (this can be emotionally and/or mentally).

We put so much pressure on ourselves not because we want to be someone by a certain time, but because society *wants us* to be that person by a certain time; society expects us to dress a certain way, act a certain way, like a certain person, go to school, then go to university and get a degree, then get a job, and then get married and have kids (ALL THIS BY THE AGE OF 25 (?????????)) (in some cases sooner) (which, ummm no).

What I am trying to say with this lengthy (and probably absurd) blog post is that I have realized (after countless hours spent googling if I am normal) that we put ourselves down for a timeline that we do not set ourselves, society does, and we think that we are failing in life because we are not who we are EXPECTED to be by a certain age.

Everyone has a different time for everything. We are (should be) allowed to do things when we are ready to do things, not when people tell us when to do them. We are all different, (duh) not everyone will finish things by the “expected age” and that is totally fine. We write our own books and we should be able to choose how the chapters in it are going to be written… do not let anyone tell you how to write your book and when each chapter should be finished.

Well, that is all!

I hope it makes sense.

It probably does not because my brain thinks in three different languages and I do not know what I am typing half of the time.

Anyway, enough rambling.

Until next time!

(Which hopefully will not be in 11 months)


I have been staring at my computer screen for the past month thinking about how I am going to come back to my blog and if I am actually going to commit to it. October was a really hard month for me when it comes to my anxiety, and it got really hard for me to control it, so I just didn’t have the creativity nor the confidence to write about how I was feeling. From now on I want to change that. 

Ever since I created this blog (even though it was for a class) I felt that I could use it as a way to express how I was/am feeling. However, I have never really used it to talk about what is really going on in my personal (mental) life because, I guess, I have always been scared to share how I feel, and have felt during certain situations. SOOOOOO I have decided to change how I share my thoughts. I am going to start using my blog as a platform to share my emotions, thoughts, and occurrences (same but different). I am going to be more open about the things that make me feel anxious and low, as well as share those that make me feel happy and whole. 

This is a new and much-needed chapter for my mental and emotional health. I am finally pouring out those thoughts and things that make me feel overwhelmed and stressed out. This blog will become a type of diary for me (but don’t fret!! I will still make lighthearted blog posts) (as I have mentioned, I cannot be serious a long period of time). But before starting this new chapter, WE HAVE TO CATCH UP.


  1. I GOT A NEW JOB THAT ACTUALLY MAKES ME WANT TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNINGS!!1!!. I will talk more about this on another post where I will talk about my thoughts and how I felt about the last job I had (which is one of the blog posts that I want to write but I am so terrified to share).
  2. I tried freelancing and it didn’t work for me. I wrote a blog post about freelancing for one of my JRM classes in which I wondered if maybe I could be a freelancer; THE ANSWER IS NO.
  3. I re-organized my room five times (yes, in one month) (had to do something to stop myself from eating five chocolate boxes every time I started overthinking about something)
  4. I have been thinking of finding new ways to be creative. I actually came up with a WHOLE plan to start uploading videos to youtube (not to become a YouTuber or anything) (just to make fun videos). Something that I really miss from my video class is going out and making videos and then coming back home to edit them and show them to my friends and family. Might start doing it again…. (don’t quote me on that though)
  5. since I always update you on this, here ya go.

still cute.

Alright alright alright, that is everything I have for you today. I will talk to you in my next blog post! or should I say, diary log? 

bisous xx 

p.s. what the actual f is this new update? 


Growing up I did not want anything more than leaving home and moving to, you guessed it, NEW YORK CITY. I guess what made me * think * that I wanted this was the fact that I was a rebellious teen. Like I mentioned on my college journey blog post, I wanted to leave the DR and never look back (thinking of that today only makes me want to laugh). Is not that I had a hard life because I did not, far from it, I had an amazing life back at home, but I always wanted to do what I wanted to do and not follow rules (and I still do).


However, when I left I learned that there is no place like home. Hanging out with my best friends every day, spending afternoons talking with my family and, of course, eating GOOD FOOD. But as you know, it did not take me long to find a friend that I now consider family and made me feel at home when I was in Omaha. But, even if I had a really close friend, I still felt homesick from time to time, yet, I learned how to stop being homesick whenever I missed home. HERE IS HOW I DID IT.

  1. Talk to your family and friends every. single. day. Ever since I was a little girl I have had a good talking relationship (is that a thing?) with my family and friends. It does not matter if we saw each other a min ago, we would still text each other right after being together for a whole day. So, when I moved, our relationships did not deteriorate because we were always a WhatsApp message away.
  2. Travel as much as you can. I have been lucky enough that I get/got to travel for IMG_7340breaks to see my family, and sometimes my family visited me whenever they got the chance. Whenever my mother told me “sabes qué, te extraño demasiado, puedes venir” or “por qué no nos juntamos en Chicago?” I was ecstatic. And, whenever I got to see my brothers I was even happier. (to be quite honest, if I get to see them every day I get the same feeling as if I haven’t seen them in forever and get really happy)
  3. Stay busy. Lucky for me, my professors gave me a lot of homework and projects that kept me from thinking of how much I would have rather be gossiping with my best friends. ha ha ha ha.
  4. Talk with someone about it. Truth is, you are not the only person that has felt homesick. I relied a lot on my advisor because he went through what I was going through at the time, and he listened to me and understood everything that I was feeling.IMG_3198
  5. Get your brother to move to Nebraska and go to the same university as you. FACTS.





IMG_7340Today, I live with my grandmother in NJ so I get to be around family all the time. However, I still get homesick from time to time because I am not around my father and brothers. So, what I do when I feel homesick (while being at home away from home) is wait for my father to tell me “Sabes qué, por qué no vienes por unos días?” and get ecstatic because I get to see my father and youngest brother, and some of my best friends.

Being homesick has taught me that home is not the place that you live with your family (or alone), but home is where your heart is, so home for me is wherever my family and friends are.

I hope you enjoyed this blog as much as I enjoyed writing it, and I hope that if you are feeling homesick some of these tips help you.

Talk to you next week!




Now, I am going to patiently wait until my father tells me “Sabes qué, por qué no vienes por unos días?”