Homesick felt like it was constantly building toward something that never quite materialised. While I understand that the intention may have been to highlight the quiet rhythms and mundanity of everyday life, the lack of any real payoff or closure left the ending feeling a bit unsatisfying. A little more resolution would have given the narrative’s slow burn a stronger sense of purpose.
During the first few pages I was skeptical, the story seemed a little shallow at first glance. But I started to enjoy the narrator’s tone and the way she could blend humor and emotional depth.
This was funny, and often sad and often hopeful. The main character is genuine and kind. Her world felt small, but the other characters are richly depicted and it was a good reminder that one doesn’t have to be accomplishing great deeds in order to have a meaningful life. The story resonated with me in particular because I also live in an apartment and seemingly have the exact same mum as the protagonist, but it’s as much about moving on from relationships you’ve outgrown as it is about mouldy bathroom grout and hearing your neighbours through the walls.