Sometimes when we go back to Illinois, I get a really bad case of “home-sickness”…which is odd, because I’m actually there when it hits. But when I’m in STL, I usually don’t miss it (probably because I LOVE the Lou).
This trip’s case is/was particularly bad. We’re back home now (in St. Louis), and I find myself wishing we were still up north. I miss my friends. I miss my Dad. I miss the Sunday gatherings, and summertime boat outings. It’s just one of those rare times where I wish we still lived up there.
I know that part of growing up is moving away, and having your own life. Perhaps this weekend was so hard because my little brother just hit this milestone today. I saw his Camry packed full of all of his stuff as he drove away to California to start his adult life, and a little part of my heart sunk.
Every once in a while, I just really miss the way things used to be. But now I’m grown up, with a job, spouse, and home (well, condo) of my own. I’m 26, and life is just different now. I guess I’ve got to get used to that.