As I sit here surround by mounds of boxes packed with memories of all sorts - my heart aches for home. ~BUT~ home isn't what it used to be. I wish things could go back to normal. Do I even remember what "normal" is? Sure I do. It's when mom and dad were still together. Even past that,.. they have been separated for years and things were even normal after the separation. I guess people change, but your parents aren't supposed to. Going home now is like going to stay with friends you haven't seen since elementary school - it's just a bit akward. I just feel like i'm missing so much...
I miss my dad. Having not talked to him in almost a month crushes my spirit. It's hard enough being hundreds of miles away, but when the distance between two people isn't the miles that separate them,.. the pain is unbearable. I know I may have taken a new last name, but I will always be his little girl.
I even miss Rob. We see eachother often but it still seems like forever the few days that we are apart. He was in the range today and we've hardly talked at all and the ten minutes we did talk was: "an-- ju- but i'-- when d-- hello?-- are yo--".... stupid phone reception. That broke my heart even more. I can't wait to move this weekend to just be with my husband, my best friend.
I have made such great friends and memories here, but it's time to go. I'll miss them, but they will all be such a part of my life forever.