I'm homesick. Really, really, really homesick. In fact, I'm on the verge of tears. I'll be seeing Mom and Pops in Florida on Wednesday night (I'm flying down with Laura), but it's Florida and it's not home. I miss everything about home.
I miss the view from Wagner Vineyards...
And these people ...
And the view from the backyard ...
And the lake ...
And the falls ...
And the beer ...
And the bagels ...
and Cornell ...
And everything else Ithaca. I haven't been home in over a year. It makes me sad and lonely. I know that no one likes a pity party, but sometimes you just can't help it. Or, at least, I can't help it.
I'll get over it. It's just a sad condition of life. This stupid attachment to home and all ... it's just silly.
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As you probably know, I don't think it's silly at all. :)
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