Home, Our Home.

The 7th was my middle sister’s birthday. Per tradition, I called and sang to her in my best baritone voice. I missed her birthday dinner with my family… I don’t like being away when I know the rest of my family is together. My dad sent me a picture of my two sisters, holding up a “stand-in” picture of me with them. It made me laugh out loud (lol?) in the middle of an elevator. “What are you laughing at?” Someone asked. Nun’ya biznazz.

People always ask me if I miss home, or why would I go to South Carolina when Florida is a nice place. It is. It will always be home and I do miss my family. I love that no matter what, my family will be there for me- and that they can’t get rid of me either! I love the beach where I grew up, but I love seeing the mountains! I miss the “home” feeling- one we’re trying to recreate for us in our own life together (wherever we are). Mike said to me yesterday, “I like living with you. You make things comfortable. It’s relaxing.” What a nice boy.

The other night at work I had a large party of pharmacy school graduates. We got to talking and figured out three of them were from my hometown and one of the guys knew my sister from high school! I got so excited, because anything that reminds me of home or people and places I know have made me happy lately. Then I saw some kids wearing shirts with my sister’s college logo from Florida Southern. Again, excitement. It’s nice to have that familiarity, especially in a place where I hardly know anyone or the area around me. I’m just now trusting myself not to use GPS to find a grocery store.

Speaking of… Mike’s mom, grandfather, sister and her friend are here visiting us! I only have to work Friday morning/afternoon and then I’m free to hang out with them. Mike finally pitched again- of course it was the day before they got in, for 3 innings. He said he felt great and his “stuff was good,” even though he didn’t think his numbers were terrific. What can ya do, hitters hit sometimes. Hopefully his family gets to see him throw while they are here (and me too!).

It’s his mom’s birthday Saturday and of course Mother’s Day on Sunday… I know it probably means a lot that she’s here with her two kids for this weekend. It makes me a little sad that my mom isn’t here, but is that grown-up life? If it is, then boo to that. I called yesterday and I can tell that no matter where I am, or who I’m with, or what I’m doing, she’s going to ask those “mom” questions: Are you locking your doors? (yes) You’re not going out by yourself in the dark are you? (no) Are you eating well? (yes) Are you happy? (yes) Have you made any friends? (leave me alone!)

#home #greenville