Ever since March I’ve developed an attachment to my mom that I haven’t had since I was like 7. I think it’s started when my sister and I moved home due to covid, and the whole family was living together again. I live two hours away, the farthest I’ve ever lived from my family, and every time I left to return to my apartment last year I would feel an overwhelming amount of anxiety from the moment I said goodbye to my mom to the minute I knew when I was going back to see her. I never used to be like this, I could go weeks without seeing her, hell, I lived abroad for a while and was fine. But today I woke up and realized it would be two weeks until I saw her and I panicked. No one except my mom knows I now struggle with this, it’s so frustrating. I have plenty to do where I live this upcoming weekend, but I just spent ten minutes figuring out a way to squeeze in a trip home. I feel like I should add, when I was a kid I lost my dad and my mom became a single parent and my rock. I don’t really know what happened this year to make me feel homesick every other day, but I’m so tired of it. And I’m so tired of feeling ridiculous for this anxiety, and not knowing how to fix it.