Monday, November 22, 2010

Runaway home

Usually this is my favorite time of year. Usually I'm buzzing with excitement, planning christmas gifts and sipping pumpkin spice lattes all the way with Christmas music blasting from the speakers in the car.

Usually I'm happy.


this year I'm not. This year I'm stressed every waking moment of every day. I'm at work now and I'm fighting that all too familiar (if increasingly rare) feeling to runaway home. I just want to go home... But not the home down the street, the home that is so far away I couldnt run there if I tried.

I miss my family today. I miss the familiarity of the birds and trees and grass today. I'm missing sitting in traffic and singing to the radio today. The christmas music is sounding through the shop, but I'm missing my Christmas spirit today. I don't want to live here today. Today I want to be in the arms of those who know me like no one else can because they are the ones who made me who I am. Today I want to runaway home.


But tomorrow is a new day.

2 comments:

  1. I think the holidays always make us miss our families and our "home - home."

    Hang in there.

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  2. *hugs!!* I know how this feels.

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