there's no place like home

i was never the kid who cried at sleepovers because she wanted to go home early. after high school my parents put me on a plane and shipped me off to college and i was fine with that. bye kansas see ya never! i've been out of the house for 5 years now, 2 of those years were spent half way across the world. i've never really gotten "homesick" but i think last weekend that changed ...

our best friend lindsey mack got married, so my sister and i went home for a three day weekend. 

well, it went by way too fast and as it came to a close i realized something: i actually miss being there. i miss my parents, my siblings, my dog, my house, my yard, my neighborhood ... the humidity? meh not so much.

on sunday my parents dropped me and kristen off at the airport. i had the urge to jump back into the car buckle myself in and go back home ... or hug my dad's leg really tight and never let go. i was 5 again, being abandoned by my mom on the first day of kindergarden. my eyes filled with tears, my bottom lip quivered, and there was a lump in my throat. this literally happened. i know - i'm a baby. 19 years ago i would have bawled my eyes out, which is exactly what i wanted to do when my parents drove off, but i didn't. i bit that quivering lip, took a deep breath and blamed my watery eyes on allergies. i haven't lived at home since 2005. what is wrong with me?

so now i'm in provo again. i feel so scattered ... and with good reason. in the past five years the longest i have lived in one apartment was 7 months. ok so that's kind of a long time but not really when compared to the 14 years you've spent in one house ...

i wish it was as easy as clicking your heels to get home.