I must have some serious issues, because every time i'm home i feel sad. Because it's never enough time, I always want more time. I'm here for one night, one tiny night, and I got to see my daddy, which was the best part of the night, I barely said a word to the Hefer's, I'll only have a few hours with my ma tomorrow, and Mary's not here. AND I only get maybe a half hour (staying up much too late to be getting up at 6:30AM tomorrow) with my amazing older sister Trista, AND don't get to see Jenna at all. I think these are all signs that I miss home WAY more than I think I do.
I don't ever feel like I miss home, or the people there too much, but coming home always makes me realize just how wrong I am. I guess I'm basically having a counseling session with myself right now, so bear with me if you'd like ;) I want to get away from home, so I "run" to Duluth, but I "run" to Duluth because I miss people too much and can't please them all, or spend time with them all in the short time I have. It's a trivial thing, and of course it's my crazy weirdo brain that has to think this way.
All in all, I had barely enough time to chat with my dad, but it was fantastic. He brought up engagement. Because of things I post on my Facebook (which he doesn't have, but "it's a small town and people talk about things" according to him, so people tell him things in return). Anyway, interesting and great conversation. I think I'd like to travel to Germany with him someday. It'd be an adventure.
Thanks for reading, if anyone did =]]
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