Today was just one of those days I felt especially homesick. I’m not sure what it was, but maybe it was talking to the biff about how I’m most likely not coming home this summer. I miss home so much, I’m always thinking about it. People say the homesickness goes away after awhile but if anything it’s just gotten worse over the years. This sort of emptiness inside me when I think about my family is ever present but I think it has just become part of who I am now. But I can say that the periods of homesickness are much less frequent, although when they hit it feels like I’m being dragged under a particularly strong current and I just can’t reach the surface. 

Texting my sister about the basketball game today made me miss her even more. I’m missing out on watching her grow up and it kills me a little bit more each and every day. When I left for college she was just a kid and now she’ll be learning how to drive…god, where does the time fly? In so many ways I wish I could speed up time just so I can get through school and come home already. 

I think about my family everyday, think about how much I wish I was there instead of here. Think about everything I would give up in a heartbeat to just be able to go home for good.