You know, I get a little homesick each day. As I leave the driveway each morning waving to the Fella and honking the horn- as you must do in my family- it's hard. I long to stay. I had years like that in Germany. It was a life of leisure that I didn't notice then.
We always want what we can't have and for me back then it was family, work, school. I dreamed of those things over coffee and afternoon walks and shopping trips into town. There were never any plans or schedules.
Now, my life is full of plans and schedules and I long for days of nothing in particular. I glimpse that on the weekends but it never seems to be enough.
I envy you guys that are at home each day and I suppose you probably envy me a bit too. Do you?
I am looking forward to a week at home- starting on Saturday. I am taking the week off, something I never do. And I can't wait. And I'm making no plans in particular. I am hoping to paint and tidy and rearrange and lounge and read and eat and talk and shop and laugh and listen.
I want to wallow in my home and my days of nothing. Nothing and everything.
And yes, I know I'll be homesick again when it's over, but it will that kind of sick you feel after happily over-indulging on a good meal. A happy full, that's what I always say.