I came home this weekend really excited to see my family, eat a home cooked meal, and sleep in my own bed. It having rained this weekend and it being cold, really made me think of how much I really miss home. I miss cool breezes. I miss wind in general! I miss clean air. I miss freshly cooked meals and freshly baked cookies. I miss dish TV. I miss Trauma Life in the ER on channel 189 at 12AM. I miss comfy couches. I miss my pink room. I miss free laundry. I miss single bathrooms that aren't shared with 30 other girls. I miss my cats. I miss my blind dog. I miss Elijah knocking on my door in the morning, waking me up. I miss Word World, Caillou, It's a Big, Big World, and Piggly Winks. I miss bath time. I miss the little moments. I miss home. It's weird being here yet none of my things are here. Everything seems like it hasn't changed, yet so many things have changed for me. My best friends are gone too - off to college and making new friends, just like I have. Nothing seems to be the same. I think this could be a good thing because it means a new life for me is beginning; something new and exciting. But, at the same time, it is hard for me to get use to. I love my home and always will. Even though it will always be my home, I will never always live here. There will come a time when I will have my own house, my own life. It's hard to believe Im on this road. Exciting... yes. Terrifying... yes. Challenging... YES! Easy... NO!
I am homesick. I haven't even left yet and Im homesick already. In a way I wish I would have never come this weekend because it's always hard to leave. But I've enjoyed being home and seeing my family. I've missed them and CAN'T WAIT until Thanksgiving when I can eat delicious food and spend time with family! While I'll miss everything here, I know I'll be back soon. Until then, I'll try to enjoy my time away from home and always think back on the things I love and miss.
Sorry to sound so low.
