I miss home.
I miss everything about home.
I wake up thinking about Alabama, and I go to sleep thinking about Alabama.
I don't like not being there.
I miss my family.
I miss my friends.
I miss my church.
I miss my house.
I miss the beautiful scenery. The trees. The lakes. The rivers. The breathtaking sunsets.
I miss being in a place where I know I belong.
I miss Monday and Thursday chapels with my Highlands College family.
I miss Switch.
I miss my students.
I miss my dogs.
I miss my spiritual moms and dads.
I miss serving in the nursery.
I miss being somewhere where I can call up a number of people to spend time with, and they'll be there.
I found myself wanting to go somewhere and do something the other night, but I don't have any friends here that I can call to do that. At least not ones I'm close enough with to do that.
I miss Pastor Chris's messages on Sundays.
I miss CORE.
I miss going to Sam's Club to shop for Switch.
I miss my D-Group.
I miss the Starbucks on 119.
I miss my brother, sister-in-law, and my favorite kids.
I miss playing sports with HC.
I miss the humidity.
I miss the craziness of my homesponsors.
I miss them making fun of me and all the fun times we have as a family.
I miss going to church and seeing my HC family.
I miss late night talks with my homesponsors.
I miss walks with my roommate.
I need to stop lamenting. I just miss everything about Alabama so much.
85 days until I go home. But nobody is counting, right?
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