This is me. My husband said so.
Back in September, 1999, when Dave and I were in Uganda for Sam's, our Ugandan son's, wedding, we were staying on the New Hope Uganda orphanage compound in the house of a British family, the Casebows, who were in England for a break time. They had kids they homeschooled and always had lots and lots of books for them. Dave and I, both being "bookies" [of the proper type] read and read some more.
While reading some of the UK history books for kids, Dave picked this one up and read it. As he did, and saw the description of this author, he handed it to me and said, "It's you."
I wrote the words in a notebook. When we returned from Uganda and, later, was up in northern Minnesota visiting my dear friend, Susie, she had begun to be creative on her computer. [I wasn't, then; still ain't nearly as good as she is.] She typed the words in and found flower of my style and my color to fit the story. Printed it and gave it to me and I've had it on my dresser all these years.
The truism? If I go somewhere, see new things, new people, meet friends, help others or receive necessities for life, I always miss those places and those people.
However, my dear Ugandan sons, daughters, grandkids, and international friends who live and work there, are the ones I desire to see more and more. I SO miss living in Uganda with my dear ones. But I love all my family and friends here and in England and other places, too, so I don't tend to want to stay one place all the time. I like to travel around and about.
So, I am "perpetually homesick." [As long as I'm not away from my husband for too long! Then I'm not "homesick" as much as I am "hubbysick".]