So this is the longest I've been away from home ever. Seriously 2 months is the longest I've been away from home in one stretch. Summer camp was only a month sometimes 33 days, I went for 10 years as a camper and 3 years as a counselor for 33 days every summer (1 year off between year 2-3 as a counselor). I can't believe at 7 years old I was okay going away from home for 33 days but at 27 it sucks and I'm a whiney baby about it. So needless to say my excitement about going home this weekend is a little excessive.
I miss my family of course, it's weird not seeing them every week. I miss Isaac of course most, cause I have not had any baby cheeks to eat since their visit the first weekend of October. They need to be consumed regularly otherwise they get ridiculously cute and I go off on a scary tangent about baby cheeks. I miss my friends. I can't just go over to a friends house and have a glass of wine when I need to complain, vent or relax. I miss the city- oh god the city, with it's breakfast tacos, traffic, people and patios. There are no patio bars here! Or restaurants with patios! It's crazy, apparently they're afraid of West Nile here, so they don't build patios. The weather is beautiful and no one can take advantage of it!
But maybe it's like certain friendships, a little time a part does you some good. So now when I go home I'll appreciate it more and be able to just do the things I like. Hanging with the friends and family, eating and drinking. That's all I did in SA right? Eat, drank and hung-out? I think so. This weekend there wont be too much hang-out time cause I'll be too busy enjoying every minute of Isaac time, but for Thanksgiving I'll be home 5 days and for Christmas 2 weeks. I can't wait!