Missing home...a little

The day to day part of life can really keep us busy. So much so that you think you forget about a lot of things. For me, the busy part of work and travel and wandering around a new city help to keep my mind off of missing home. But sometimes things sneak up on me when I least expect them to.

Yesterday I got a package from my brother with some fun things in them. One of which really reminded me of our childhood and some fun memories. And today, I got a package from Alan. It had a cookbook and a bunch of notes from our friends. Apparently he took a notepad to the coffee shop and had each of our friends who stopped in that morning write a note. Some were funny and some had drawings and some just said hello. Mostly I was able to capture a little bit of each personality from them just as if we were sitting around sharing a cup of coffee.

I just re-read them along with looking at the things my brother sent me and got a little sad. Part of me is sad that I'm not at home to hang out with everybody but part of me is feeling really lucky that I have such great family who keep my mailbox full and friends who do the same and other friends who send emails and others who draw fun maps and pictures for me. I knew going into this experience that I would have times where I'd get lonely and miss home but I didn't realize just how loved I could feel being so far away from everybody. It is a pretty amazing feeling to have and I truly thank everybody for it.