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The quiet here isn't peaceful; it's often a heavy, empty silence. I miss the constant background hum of my city, the chatter of my family, the familiar noise that made me feel alive. Here, especially in my apartment on the weekends, the quiet just amplifies every lonely thought.

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At Metropolia, I have my studies, my goals. But outside of that, especially on weekends, I sometimes feel a bit lost, like I've forgotten who I am or what I enjoy doing when I'm not in 'student mode.' It's a weird kind of emptiness

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It's not just the language or the new routines; it's the constant mental energy required to adapt. Every social interaction, every sign, every public transport announcement – it all requires active processing. By the time I get home from Metropolia on weekdays, I'm mentally drained, and that exhaustion makes me want to withdraw.

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More than just friends, I miss having 'my people.' Those individuals who understand my background, my jokes, my unspoken thoughts. The kind of connection where you don't have to explain yourself. That longing is powerful, particularly on weekends when I feel most alone.

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There are moments when I feel completely numb. The homesickness is there, the loneliness is there, but I'm too tired to even feel it strongly, especially on weekends.

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It's like everyone else has a secret code, and I just don't have the key. I see Finns laughing at jokes I don't understand, or just moving through their day with a different kind of ease. It makes me feel utterly, utterly on the outside, even when I'm physically inside Metropolia in weekdays.

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Some days, I just don't have the energy to try anymore. The effort of learning, adapting, smiling... it drains me. I just want to stay in my room, even if it means feeling more lonely, especially on weekends.

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I miss the feeling of belonging. Back home, my identity was clear. Here, I'm just 'international,' which often feels like a label, not a connection. It's like I'm perpetually new, even after months, especially when I'm doing my own things on weekdays.

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The silence of my apartment on weekends can be deafening. It's a reminder of how empty my social life feels compared to what I left behind

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There are days when the homesickness is so intense, it's a physical ache. It's like my body is longing for home as much as my mind is. It's hard to even get out of bed on those weekdays when I have lectures.

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Even when I try to make friends, it feels like I'm constantly guessing. Am I being too much? Too quiet? I'm afraid of saying the wrong thing, so sometimes I just say nothing, and then I feel even more isolated, especially on weekdays when I'm studying at Metropolia.

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I spend too much time on my phone, scrolling through social media, seeing my friends back home living their lives. It makes me feel even more isolated here, especially on weekends.

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Even when I'm out, I feel a pang of loneliness. It's not just about not having friends, it's about not having my people, especially on the weekends.

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I see groups of Finnish students, and everyone seems to have their own circle. It's hard to break in. I try, but it feels like I'm constantly on the outside looking in, especially on the weekdays.

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The food, the smells, even the sounds of my city... sometimes a tiny thing will just hit me, and I'm instantly back there in my mind. Then I open my eyes, and I'm here, and it feels so alien, especially on the weekends.

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I try to focus on my studies at Metropolia, but on weekdays the homesickness is just too heavy. It's hard to concentrate when all I want is to be somewhere else

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I miss the warmth, not just the weather, but the warmth of people, the easy smiles and chatter. Finland feels very reserved sometimes, and I just crave that familiar sense of community from my culture, even on weekdays when I'm at Metropolia and working with people

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I miss the familiar routines, the comfort of knowing where everything is and how things work. Here, everything is new, and sometimes that's exciting, but often it's just draining and makes me yearn for home, even on weekdays.

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It's just so quiet here sometimes. I'm surrounded by people at Metropolia, but it feels like there's a glass wall between us. I wish I had someone to just share a laugh with or grab coffee without feeling like I'm bothering them. This feeling hits me most intensely on weekends, more so than during the weekdays.

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Weekends hit hard. I often feel so isolated, just wishing I had close friends to really talk to. It's not just a weekend thing, but it's way more intense then, especially since I'm used to seeing people at university

during the week.

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During weekends, when I'm alone, a deep uncertainty about my future career path often creeps in, making me question if I'm truly making the right choices right now.

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I often feel isolated and miss having close friends to confide in, a feeling that intensifies on weekends when I'm not with the friends I see at university during the week.

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The immense pressure to succeed and make my family proud, coupled with my own low self-satisfaction, often becomes overwhelming, especially on weekends when calls with family reinforce their high hopes, making me feel like a failure.

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There's this ache in my chest, a constant longing for everything I left behind. Even simple things, like speaking my own language without thinking, become luxuries, and I feel this particularly on weekdays when I'm traveling to campus or shopping.

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I miss my family so much it hurts. Just hearing their voices on a video call makes me tear up, but it also reminds me how far away I am. I wish I could just hug my mom, and I feel that ache most intensely on weekends.