The last few days have been particularly hard. Why? I'm suffering from a pretty serious case of home sickness. I don't know where it came from - well, actually, that's not entirely true. I found out last week that I can't afford to come home in April like I had hoped. It will be at least another four months before I make it make to Texas. So, my sickness is not completely inexplicable but it's more than just that.
I miss Sunday night dinner and cartoon parties. I miss watching kung fu movies at John and Adam's. I miss the Alamo Draft house. I miss sing-a-longs. I miss downtown and sixth street. I miss cheap booze. I miss cheap anything, for that matter. I miss my mom. I miss home cooked meals. I miss having a roommate (specifically, roommate). I miss my cat. I miss my dog. I miss my car. I miss driving in the rain. I miss thunderstorms in general and the way the sky turns green and you can actually smell the brewing storm. I miss weekly lunches. I miss my brother. I miss my Skye-pie. I miss my dad's bad jokes. I miss shopping with Jackye. I miss the sun. I miss having a purpose (i.e. graduating college). I miss arts and crafts projects at Kelly's house. I miss the excitement I always felt as I exited 35, turned onto MLK and glided down that big hill. I miss burnt orange. I miss having more than three close friends. I miss always having someone to call. I miss the central time zone. I miss Jimmy Johns. I miss Thai Noodle House. I miss Vulcan Video - or any rental place. I miss the music capital of the world. I miss the Mythbusters and Mike Rowe and Futurama. I miss guitar hero. I miss people who miss guitar hero as much as me. I miss people whose idea of a spring break is watching How it's Made and playing Wii at the beach. I miss Shiner. I miss being able to say Shiner or double fisting without being laughed at. I miss John's house. I miss vanilla chia. I miss impromptu parties. I miss theme parties. I miss Halloween. I miss Tex-mex and Mexican Martinis. I miss watching reality TV marathons with Brandan and considering it a productive Sunday. I miss hobby lobby. I miss convenience. I miss feeling like I belong. I miss feeling loved.
Speaking of, I am a bit love sick too. I've just got a bit of a nostalgic, sentimental, longing to be in love thing going. I don't think this is detrimental to my well being, but I do think snuggling could go a long way toward improving my general mood.
It's just one of those days…