Alrighty y’all I have a confession.
One that is pretty hard for me to admit, because most of the time I go around saying this has never happened to me.
Well guess what. It’s happened.
I am homesick.
Not the kind of homesick where I’m going to quit my job, move back home and find a teaching job.
But the kind that I wish I could just have dinner with my parents, get up in the morning and sit on the couch and drink coffee with my dad, or go to a movie with my mom.
And the worst of it is, I’m not even sure when I’m gonna get to see my parents.
I’m going back to Texas in November (for a week) but I don’t know if my parents are going to be able to meet me there.
I really wish plane tickets aren’t so expensive. If they weren’t I would totally be jumping on a plane on Wednesday and coming home Saturday morning.
(Yeah, I already looked a flight prices)
Blah. This feeling is no fun.
I miss my family.
Why can’t Florida and Texas be neighbors?