...home. It's the first time since I left. Tomorrow will be exactly a month since I left my parents' house and set off on my grand adventure. And today I felt the sting of knowing that I can't just take a weekend to run home for a visit.
It's terrible, but I think I miss my cat most of all. She was always around for the past 6 months, and for years and years prior, when I felt lonely...and now she's not here to cuddle and purr and whine. Madre sent me a photo of the little fuzzball, but that just makes the distance seem greater.
Perhaps it's the emptiness of the big house that is adding to my loneliness. My Texan family is on spring break, and headed to College Station for a couple of days (They're Aggies, through and through). Perhaps it's talking to old friends and finding out the great things that are happening in their lives -- things I'm not around to share in the celebration of. Perhaps it's the simple fact that I'm 1500 miles from the people I know and love.
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