Some Days More Than Others . . .

Living about 5 hours away from where I grew up and spent the first 35 years of my life, I get asked fairly often whether I "miss home" or not. My answer is usually the same, "Yes, but some days more than others." Well, today is one of those days. I got a rather touching email from one of the best friends I have ever had in my life, and it really hit me at a rather low point emotionally, and made me really miss being there with him, with my family, and with friends. It has been a tough year for me physically, and lately Paula has had troubles too, and we are both just worn down completely. We both go to the doctor tomorrow to see if we can get some more relief o some sort.

It is just nice for me to know that I still have friends who love me and think of me no matter how long I have been gone, and that they care about Paula as well. And my family couldn't be a whole lot better, they are very loving and I am proud of how much I love them. I really hope things start to look up by year's end. (My knee and back troubles, and Paula cut the back of her leg open on the escalator at work and is really suffering with it.) And of course we both could stand to lose a pound or two here and there (as I point to over a hundred places around my body) . . .

Anyway, trying not to feel sorry for myself, but hoping things get better. When I get down, I really miss the comforts of "home." Now that I am living in "Chicagoland," home is pretty much wherever Paula happens to be. (I'm usually not far) She is what keeps me as sane as I remain . . .