Alone Again

My family left on Thursday. I didn't cry...until I was going to sleep. Before they visited I was okay. I missed home but kind of vaguely. I'd gotten past the missing food, so that was okay even though my sister looked with disgust at my Japanese breakfasts. I thoroughly enjoyed their being here but they seemed to carve a little niche into my life here and now that they're gone that niche is empty and I feel the draft against my heart. It feels and smells of home and now...well, now I really am homesick--not just for home but for my family and food and friends and everything that goes along with being where I'm from.

Don't worry. I'm not really all that sad. I know I will be going home in a little less than four months. Houston will still be there when I return provided a freak hurricane doesn't come and wipe everything out. (Please, care about global warming.) I have important things to happily anticipate. I hope to return to my old school to work with my friends and students. I have stuff and things (and a prodigal friend's return) to look forward to.