Help: Extremely Homesick After Moving out of Parents House

I (23F) just moved in to a rental house with my boyfriend (24M) this past weekend. We have been together for almost 7 years now, we have had a great relationship and constantly talked about moving in together before we did. We were both super excited to just have our own space and spend evenings together. We found the perfect house in the country, it’s super cute and I loved it. It was a great price and a rare find for where we live so things went very quickly after that. We looked at the house, signed the lease (for a year) 4 days later and moved in that following weekend. My family was pretty busy that weekend and we ended up moving everything into the house on Sunday. We were trying to get it all done that day so it went very quickly and we had lots of help and family and friends around. I thought packing up my childhood bedroom was going to be the emotional part but it happened so fast I don’t think I had time to think about it (i had lived in the same house my whole life.) Our first night staying there was fine, didn’t sleep that great but it was still exciting. However when I woke up in the morning and my boyfriend had already left for work and I was getting ready by myself, it all kind of hit me. I should have seen it coming because growing up I used to get so homesick that I couldn’t even spend the night at my cousins house because I just cried and missed my parents. I thought I grew out of it but the day after moving in I had all those same feelings. We still live about 10 mins away from both our parents so I decided to go to my parents after work and before my boyfriend got off and it just felt worse. I was trying not to cry in front of my family (It usually takes a lot to make me cry.) and I didn’t want them to see how unhappy I was because I’m sure they are sad too.

I read a bunch of stuff about homesickness and tried to convince myself it will pass in time but right now I’m feeling so horrible. Just the thought of going back to my rental house makes me want to cry and throw up. I’ve slept okay which is good but I don’t feel like eating anything and the idea of unpacking more stuff and trying to make the house feel more like home seems impossible. I just want to go back to my parents and sleep in my bed in my room and take a shower in my shower and do everything back there. It’s all I think about. My family did everything together in a small house. We had a ton of pets so morning were loud and busy and something was always happening.

I love my boyfriend. I know I do. And I know I would have had to move out eventually. I start full time teaching in the fall and I didn’t want to live at home while I started my career. But right now it feels like this dark feeling is taking over everything. I can’t even remember what it felt like to be excited and happy about this. I know I probably haven’t given myself enough time but I’ve never felt this sad before and I just want to feel better. I plan on visiting my parents as much as possible but I feel like I’m going to be disappointing my boyfriend because all of my excited feelings about living with him are gone. At this point I’d much rather spend every minute away from work at my parents house with my family. Did anyone else feel this way? I don’t know what else to do to try and make myself feel better. I guess I’m looking for people who have gone through this or have advice on homesickness as a grown woman. I feel like such a baby and like there’s no light at the end of the tunnel.

UPDATE: Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has offered me advice, king words, or their own experience. I never imagined I would get this much support. I honestly was expecting like 3 comments. I spent this evening at my parents, we had planned to come over for dinner already. While I was sad at first seeing everything that I miss I feel like it helped bring back the feelings I felt before I moved. Seeing what didn’t work in the house or some of the things that annoyed me. I’m definitely still very sad and I am working on way to try and cheer myself up and get over this. I’m feeling a little more hope and light at the end of the tunnel. Thank you again for all your stories and just taking the time to reply.