I got really homesick today and cried for an hour.
I miss my friends.
I miss being able to go run an errand on short notice; as opposed to spending all day doing errands, since town is 50 miles away.
I miss discussing the Hispanic that drove 20 mph under the speed-limit (and made us all late), or the horrid crime some illegal committed, with other folks who understand (since they’ve lived near it and see how it affects them).
I miss my fellow red-staters.
I miss being able to feel like I can be myself and not wonder what the ramifications will be for doing so.
I really miss the girls’ night outs and the ability to meet new people and make friends. Not that all the people here are boring or not nice or not worthy of my friendship; that’s not what I’m saying.
My situation makes for a unique circumstance in that I’m surrounded by people, all of whom are really nice and who I like. But they’re not my people. Does that make sense? Not my girls. Not people that I have a whole lot in common with; other than that we’re all at a ranch in South Dakota and we all love (or at least like) Zach (most of them because they’re related to him!). But I believe friends come in all shapes and sizes and I pretty much like all people. Maybe I’m just having a bad day…
I don’t wanna sound like I’m complaining or close-minded or anything like that. Because I’m not. I’m exceptionally blessed. And I am open- minded enough to learn about the people here, their culture and why they believe what they believe.
I just miss the familiarity of friends, my Jill, my Shuttlebug, my Texas, and big barrel races that aren’t hours away.