That's what friends are for...

I've been meaning to write about how homesick I am. Can you believe it? I'm basking in Florida sunshine and happier than a pig in mud, but I'm homesick for cold, windy Delaware?

Nope.

I'm homesick for my old life, my old friends. I miss Vicki and Wans, the two funniest people I've ever known. I miss having my friends close.

I miss walking out of my house and seeing the corn fields and swamp.

I'm homesick for my brothers and sisters. I didn't see them much when I was living there, but just knowing they were there was a comfort.

I miss everything looking familiar, 46 years worth of familiar. Everything is still unfamiliar here so it's sensory overload. miss my car knowing it's way to work, leaving me to daydream for 17 miles.

I miss the ocean -- my grounding place. My peace.

I miss the stars. You can't see them very well here, and it was always good to know that if a friend looked into the sky at the same time, we were both seeing the same stars and distance didn't matter.

I just....... miss.