I. Am. SO. Homesick.
I miss Georgia. I miss my friends. I miss my Mom. I miss golf carts. I miss the heat. I miss Waffle House. I miss the humidity. I miss the trees and the people and country music and the Bulldog fans and everything about Georgia. Visiting just makes it worse.
Most of the time I'm fine, and by now I've gotten used to the moving around. But today isn't one of those days. Mix in a little unstable emotions and stress, some pictures on FB of your friends having fun without you and moving on with their lives, and you have yourself one heck of a tear fest. (That's what the hubby calls them ;P)
I'm a long-term kind of person. Long-term friendships are my thing. It's hard to make them when you move every two years and even harder to maintain them when you leave. Sometimes I think it's easier to avoid making friends, but have learned that nowhere you go will feel like home if you don't let yourself connect with the people and the town. It's sort of a catch-22.
Anyone else feel this way?
