So it’s been a little over a month since I moved away from home. So much has happened and so many things have changed. I feel like this is my home and I have a new little family here. I haven’t been homesick yet and it’s kind of creeping me out. I seriously thought I was going to miss home and cry everyday about how i miss everyone, but I don’t. I’m surrounded by new and interesting things and my life is always in motion now. I’m in love with my life right now.
In all honesty though, I do miss my bed. My bed is all I’m missing up here. That and actual food. I feel like a college kid because I hate the dinning center and I wish I had home cooked meals everyday. Wait, I actually do miss my parents. I miss my mom’s hugs and my dad’s cheek kisses. And I miss hanging out with my brother. And I miss my best friend and being at her house and hanging out. I miss my children and choir (did I really just admit that?). Okay so yeah, I am a little homesick, but whatevs.
The whole point of this is that I love life/miss home. The end.