I talked with my mom last night (through texts, which was strangely odd for us) and I managed to get a little bit homesick. My family has always been a huge huge part of my life, and to be thousands of miles away from them is ridiculously hard. To be in a place where I'm not familiar, when the rain has just set it..... it can be a little depressing at times.
The thing is, for me, is that I feel like I'm just disappearing. No one notices that I'm gone, yet there's a huge rift inside of me that won't give up. It hurts. The only person I've really talked to lately is my mom, and she has always pushed to be there for me.
For which I'm grateful.
My family means more to me than they'll ever know... but I guess it's just up to me to make sure I'm not forgotten. Guess I'm just going to have to take some of these ideas and start mailing and calling and doing the things that I wish they would do, right?? That's what my mom said.
And my mom rocks, so I guess I'm gonna have to listen to her. Just this once.