When I left for college, I was high on life, confident in the future, and ready for new challenges. I never expected to feel so homesick. I was embarrassed to feel the way I did. Even the word “homesick” sounded lame and childish—it was a word used to describe six-year-olds at an overnight camp, not a self-respecting adult.
I am not a music person, nor am I much of a dancer. And I was worried that I'd be expected to move in time, completely immersed. That's really not me. I said I felt like a dork standing there while a couple dozen folks looked at us and the empty stage. His brother said, “You really care what people think about you, don't you?” Busted.