And Another One Bites The Dust

I am sick.

Not sick as in ill, but sick as in homesick.

It has been 3 weeks since I have felt this way and I didn't expect for it to affect me this way a second time.

I miss my dad and mom.
I miss my brothers.
I miss my dog.
I miss my bed.
I miss the way it felt to be in my house.
I miss my room.
I miss the sound of the garage door going up.
I miss my shower.
I miss Blue Springs.

It is miserable to feel this way. I hate it.

I have tried to steer clear from this feeling, but it has hit me like a ton of bricks. 

The weekend spent with my grandma was WONDERFUL, but leaving was SO hard. Her home is like my second home and being there was the greatest. All of my laundry smells like her home now and it makes me so sad. 

To add to everything, today was the first Football Sunday that all of my brother were home. My entire family was together and I was stuck down here.

alone.

I have great friends and have met lots of people.

But nobody will ever fill the role of my family.
Nobody will ever get me like my family.
Nobody will ever comfort me like my family.

And that's okay.

I just have to learn to deal with this.

I will see them in a few days, for goodness sake!

But until then, I will just have to focus on other things.

Here goes nothing.