Motion sickness happens when your senses do not agree.

I get motion sick when I am in the backseat of a car for more that twenty minutes. My feet are placed the floor. And though that feels solid and still, the rest of my body is feeling the curves and potholes of this Arizona high way. My head feels cloudy and my stomach is in knots. For many people, motion sickness is one of the worst feelings you can feel.

Being homesick is the worst pain for me.

The location where I was once surrounded by didn't matter to me, and when I moved away, I didn't miss it.

My home is not one physical place but the people in my life who make me feel at home. And the sad part about all of this is that all the people who give me this feeling are all thousands of miles away. I have friends and co-workers, but nothing can compare to my Tia Alma making me my favorite dish - rice and black beans. No matter how hard I try, I can't mimic her hands as she adds just the right amount of spices. Or how my cousins jump on me during those cold winter mornings just so we can all crawl back under the blankets and go to sleep together. Or how my grandma will go to the store and stumble across something that is purple and buy two of that item, then bring it back home and tell me that since I'm her namesake, we had to have something matching. Nobody could ever make me feel how my aunt and uncle did when they took me camping for the very first time. Sitting by the fire holding a tree branch with a marshmallow on the other end was when I felt pure happiness.

When I'm with my brother is the time where I feel most at home. Just like any sibling relationship we yell and hit each other but again, just like any sibling relationship, he is still my best friend. With him living more than 2,000 miles away, communication is hard. Even with this amazing technology we have called phones or even FaceTime it is still a challenge to match our schedule and have the time zones agree. When we do talk, we catch up on our lives, and talk about the future. He always tells me that I'm going to be the cool aunt and then when I have children, he will spoil them to the core. We laugh until tears fall from our eyes when he impersonates my grandmas laugh perfectly. When our stomachs growl too loud to ignore, he always orders me something when he eats. He always makes sure I'm doing okay and never fails to put a few extra dollars in my pocket.

When I moved away from home, away from my mom and my dog, I created more distance from my family in other states too.

Soon though, I will get to feel the cold winds nip at my nose and smell my Tias cooking from the bedoom. Soon I will get to leave my cold, dim apartment and finally feel at home again. Soon isn't soon enough.