One that I have learned not to break because the rule is there for my self protection more than anything else.
But I went ahead and broke it, and now I've got to deal with the consequences.
What rule did I break?
Life Rule No. 8: (Not sure what 1-7 are, but I am sure I have them)
Thou shall not, evereth thinkith of home before sheith is on the chariot carrying her homeward.
Such a major major major no no, and yet, I didn't pay attention.
Now I am anxious with a side of spontaneous tears that crop up at really inconvenient times. Sigh.
I know better than to think about the comforts of home. The wonderful dinners with family. The beautiful views of Boise. The lack of pee smell when you walk around downtown. The nice people, who don't act like they are better, more important or smarter than you. The families who aren't in a rush, but are just ambling to enjoy the day. The ease of getting around, and comfort of knowing where everything is. The feeling that everything is ok and as it should be.
I can't wait to drink a cup of coffee looking out at the bluest of skies on a sunny morning. Or to eat a slice of pizza from one of my favorite places. Or to just eat dinner with my parents.
But there is reality. Which means I better get a grip or I am going to be leaking tears embarrassingly for far too many days before I get on that plane.
Homesickness. It is the worst.
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Luckily, I am not far off from being west bound and being back where I belong for a few days.
p.s. funny how I never have been "homesick" for DC. Should have listened to myself a long time ago to realize this place would never be more than just a "place" to me.
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