I Miss..

my family. Over the last two years I don't think I realized how attached I got to them. It seems silly to be 25 and STILL not realize and appreciate how much your family means to you but it's the truth. I love my family dearly...even my brother who when it comes to our relationship seems....emotionally stunted. lol. I know he loves me and I know he knows I love him and right now thats enough. I went home this past weekend for my birthday dinner. Mom cooked. My grandparents were there. My brothers family was there. It was wonderful. And then....I had to go "home". Don't get me wrong I love my husband and we have a beautiful apartment but it just doesn't feel like "home", to either one of us really. Its so strange when we go home because J and I tend to visibly relax, and then on the drive home we seem to go back into "city" mode. I miss my home. I miss my parents. I miss knowing that I can see my neice at the drop of a hat. I miss being called in for an emergency baby-sitter. The worst part is...it's where we WANT to be. The stupid economy and job market make it impossible and it sucks. I hate it.

me and my daddy