Homesick

Homesickness is something I have never truly felt before. Not until now that is. I guess you could say I have always been a bit of a "homebody". With Logan leaving in a week my homesickness has been setting in more. I can feel it when I Skype with my mom, when someone asks if I'm from Missouri because of my Mizzou hat, when I miss my best friends baby shower - being reminded once again that I won't be there for the birth, when country music starts playing at work, when all my brothers are home - and I'm not, when the death of a friend occurs, when my favorite holiday is just around the corner and knowing I won't be at Grandma's for the Easter egg hunt and Papa making us do the chicken dance, when I receive mail from my wonderful college friends and packages from mine and Logan's parents, when I receive a letter from my great grandma, when I get that knot in my throat thinking of these things.. that is when I feel homesick. It is constant. It has been difficult for me. I love home, I love where I'm from, I love family events, and I miss all these things. I am trying my best to not be sad in these moments but to be happy and that when people send me mail or I hear of an event I get to have that little piece of home with me. Unlike most everyone I know, traveling has never been a dream of mine, however I am the one blessed enough to get to do so. I am happy and excited for the experience I am getting and the ones in my future, but missing what is going on at home is much more difficult than I ever could have imagined. I know I am not alone and I know that people are thinking of me. I thank God for this opportunity and for everyone in my life, no matter how far away. I only hope that I can be strong enough to make the most of what I have in front of me.