Leaving on Jet Plane

I feel like I am going to camp all over again. I went to Kanakuk Kamp (misspelling intended) for four years. I looked forward to it the whole year because it was the most fun week of the summer. I knew how much fun I would have, and yet every year when I had to get on the bus to leave, I would freak out and want to stay, because I hated to say goodbye, and I hate missing people. That feeling is what has made this move so hard in the first place, but now it is coming back the other way. I am leaving tomorrow morning to come to Dallas. By myself. We knew when we moved here that I would be making more trips home than Mike would and in theory it is a good idea. But in reality I have to say goodbye tomorrow morning for two weeks. And it sucks. I am beside myself excited to go home and see everyone and have been looking forward to this trip for months. But I am a little sick at my stomach with that familiar homesick feeling that has plagued me so many times before. Since the day we met more than 5 years ago we haven’t been apart that long and it would be fine with me if we never were again. I said all that to say I’M COMING HOME!!! I’ll be home for two weeks and I am really looking forward to seeing everyone, shopping, eating Mexican food and doing all that fun stuff. Being home at Christmas was wonderful but it was so busy and we were trying to do all our Christmas shopping, Mike was working, we had tons of Christmas parties to go to and it was just all around holiday craziness. This trip promises to be much different because I have no to do lists and I am just playing everything by ear. If I know you- I hope I get to see you. If you can’t find me I suggest driving a loop around Corsicana making stops at Whataburger, Taco Shop and Old Mexican Inn. My minicab will be here in a few hours and I have to go snuggle my hubby a bit more before I have to leave him for two weeks. See you soon!