Tonight, working at the hotel, I checked in a guest from Bandera, Tx. For most people who know me, I lived in kerrville since 2003,until Jun 2008 when I moved to GA and my mom still teaches at Bandera Middle School. I welcomed him, even thanking him for reminding me of home. Turns out he Worked at the Y.O. resort hotel, which was accross the street from the bestwestern I worked at in Kerrville.
He got his keys and left, then a few mintues later came down and handed me some home made beef jerky.
Needless to say I was touched, and gave him a big hug, but once he left, I started to cry.
I MISS home, not in the childish way (which I do), but I miss TEXAS. I miss people who would hand you a piece of food, or get you drink just because. I miss people saying please/thank you/you're welcome. I miss feeling that I belonged some where.
I love my husband dearly, but I hate being here. We both want to come home so bad it has at times caused a massive strain on our marriage. I want to go home. And right now, March 2009 seems a million years away.
....people can remind you how far from home you are.