I sent the first of hopefully many letters to Blogdaddy on Saturday. Accompanying it was a letter to another friend who's been in Iraq for a year now but isn't due back till November, what with the extensions. A friend of DH's just shipped to basic as well, and then of course there's everyone back home whom I haven't seen since the wedding or before. I packed myself up Saturday night and headed west; wanderlust had taken me, and I needed to see familiar places, see how they'd changed. My high school has gotten bigger, glitzier, more snobbish-looking. Shopping centers stand where empty lots once lay. I needed to remind myself that these familiar places marched on without me. I needed to see old familiar faces with their new haircuts or smile wrinkles. I especially needed to smell mountain air.
Well, I smelled it. It made me sneeze. The dry heat where I live now is much more bearable than the oppressive, humid blanket that settles on my home state from May to September. It's odd wanting to leave, actually wanting to be away from "home", but I suppose it's part of growing up and moving away. I've heard that a little bit of wanderlust is healthy; keeps you interested in the everyday home life.
I'm ready to go home.
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