I don't get homesick often, but this morning I woke up wishing nothing more than to go home, run inside, yell to my parents "I'm home!" toss my luggage on the kitchen floor and throw my arms around them for a big hug. Then I would sit at the kitchen counter and we would catch up on life before I would take my stuff to the familiar room I grew up in and curl up in a ball and sleep in knowing there is absolutely nothing I need to do the next day except maybe go to the hardware store with my dad or lie on the couch and try and convince my mom to watch something other than Judge Judy.






Last night Maren and I pulled out our matching rain boots and umbrellas and went walking in the rain and splashed through puddles. It was magical.