Confession

Alrighty y'all I have a confession.

One that is pretty hard for me to admit, because most of the time I go around saying this has never happened to me.

Well guess what.  It's happened.

I am homesick.

Not the kind of homesick where I'm going to quit my job, move back home and find a teaching job.

But the kind that I wish I could just have dinner with my parents, get up in the morning and sit on the couch and drink coffee with my dad, or go to a movie with my mom.

And the worst of it is, I'm not even sure when I'm gonna get to see my parents.  

I'm going back to Texas in November (for a week) but I don't know if my parents are going to be able to meet me there.  

I really wish plane tickets aren't so expensive.  If they weren't I would totally be jumping on a plane on Wednesday and coming home Saturday morning.

(Yeah, I already looked a flight prices)

Blah.  This feeling is no fun.

I miss my family.

Why can't Florida and Texas be neighbors?