The first stage of homesickness - a single tear is the beginning of a cascade.
Up to this day, I have only thought about what I'm gaining from my travels abroad. I haven't really given much thought to what I'm losing by choosing to spend the whole year somewhere else. Leaving events behind, leaving friends behind, leaving memories behind. A single tear rolled down the valleys of my left cheek, leaving a trace of a year spent elsewhere.
I think I'm a man who can stand under a cascade of tears and hold strong. I think my backbone is thick enough to withstand the homesickness, here and abroad. But feeling this nearly infinite melancholy in my heart, I have come to realize that I don't need to be strong alone. It's a miracle of life that I have a someone who will hold my hand and wipe the lost tears away from the sullen streets of my face.
.steep hills of vicodin tears.