Mickey and Me:
The life and times of us and ours and a dog named Bob.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Sometimes I just wake up that way. Homesick. Theres nothing in life that will make you feel like a little kid again then that nagging pain in your chest called homesickness. It hurts. Literally.
When I get like this I just have to hang on until it passes...And it does eventually.
We have so many things going on this year that I dont believe we will be able to make our customary trip back *home* to Pennsylvania.
There are times I daydream about all of us living in, at least, the same state. My family, his family and our own family. And in my dream, when I wanted to see my Mom, or my Grandmother or someone in Mickeys family, I could hop in the car and within a hour or so I could be there. But life takes you places.