This weekend, I will be heading back to my hometown for the first time in more than two years. It is an odd feeling to be going home. I love my hometown. However, I will not be going back to my childhood home, as my parents moved into a condo about a month ago. I am not sure that I will get a chance to see any of my childhood friends while I am there. I will get to see my parents and my brother while he is on leave, which is part of the reason I am going "home" now. Because we need to be back so Peter can be at church on Sunday, I will not even get to visit my childhood church.
All of this makes me a bit homesick. Homesick for my friends especially (both the ones from home, but also the ones from college, camp, and other areas of my life). Living far away from those I care about most is quite challenging at times. I think I feel it most during the summer, because that's when I have the most downtime. So, for all of my friends, know that you are loved and greatly missed. (And, if any of you want to make a trip to Southern Illinois to visit me, the door is wide open!)
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