Here I am, back at my parent’s home for Thanksgiving week, and I feel more homesick than ever. It has been about 1 year and 3 months since I moved to Washington, but I am still just as homesick as the day I pulled away from our home. I don’t think I feel it as much since I am so busy with “life”, but I still feel the same pang of longing when I think about my HOME.
Boy and I decided that we were not going to buy Halloween candy early this year. This is due to our inability to have any shred of self-control. Actually, I stop when I get that sick feeling, boy does not. Ask him about our Easter baskets. So, like responsible adults, we decided that we would buy candy the night before Halloween. And so I did. Well, that didn’t stop either of us from eating candy until we are sick. Next year’s plan: be the house that passes out apples and floss.