I'm feeling homesick. I miss Colorado, my parents, my sister and her family, friends there, summer at our neighborhood pool, our house, the yard full of green grass, the big trees and the girls' swings hanging from them, flower beds filled with impatiens, my garden overflowing with way too many zucchini, the craft room in the basement.
Sometimes I just want to go home.
Yes, I'm home here. But I'm home there too. Yes, I'm lucky to have two places I feel at home. But some days it just feels like being pulled in two.