Real talk: Life in England hit its low point this past month. Homesickness gripped me in its vice, and the [insert expletive here] kitchen is still not completed, which is affecting the entire rest of the house – and my peace of mind. “Feeling settled” is definitely not how I would describe my emotional state. Let me back up for a bit. I have never been homesick in my life. I’ve been to stay-away summer camps, been abroad for a month at a time, and even went to university without a stitch of homesickness. I…