But that is not really how we feel this year. We crossed the Mississippi River yesterday and the point was driven home: we are back east now and there is not a lot of time left in our journey. Friends and family are beginning to ask the inevitable questions. When are you coming home? Where will you be for Christmas? What is the plan for after this is over? And when are you coming home???
I don't want to think about going home. But I can't seem to think about much else lately.
In the last five days I have had an hour-long phone chat with the Bestie, received a wonderful surprise call from another close friend whose voice I have not heard since New Year's Day, engaged in a deliciously random and hilarious text thread with another friend concerning mainly corn and vegetable emojis, and met three really nice cats. All of it left me missing home so badly that, ironically, I was left thinking of how badly we will miss this. In a few months we may well be sitting in a house near a Publix, close to a library, with a larger kitchen and feeling a whole different sort of ache. We have forever ruined ourselves to Suburbia.
Now if you will excuse me, I need to go find a pumpkin spice latte and some nail polish.