I promise, this one won't be as sad-bastard as the last one. (I kind of apologize for that. I got really down. Not that there's anything to apologize for. People feel how the feel, but I hate to make it seem like I'm not appreciating this experience. I am. But I am human. I getz the feelz.)
I'm so happy to be back in a city. I didn't realize this about myself until I got here, but I thrive in an environment where I'm surrounded by other people. It, not so surprisingly, makes me feel less alone. There's always something to watch, to see, to do. What is surprising to me about that is that talking to most people annoys me. Rude as that may sound, I have little patience for nonsense.
I think this is why I love Chicago as much as I do. Yes, I do enjoy being a casual hermit and staying in with Neptune binge-watching Netflix. But I really do enjoy being surrounded by life.
I'm not surprised, in retrospect, that the pangs of homesickness hit me when I landed on Milos. I was going away from the social experiences from Santorini, maybe my phone was dead forever and I wouldn't be able to text my friends and family back home, and the island was quiet and isolating.