I have a structure filled with love and the most important people in my life live in that house with me. However, right now, I'm just not home, yet.
I miss our old street. I miss walking familiar streets and running familiar trails. I miss faces of friends. I miss the places we called "ours".
Tomorrow marks the first day of school back in our old district in Indiana. For some reason, that is affecting me greatly. I was so prepared to send my youngest off to school in the same footsteps of his older brothers. I was ready for him to have the same kindergarten teacher the other 2 boys had. I was ready to start seeing our amazing crossing guard again each day. I was expecting my younger 2 boys to walk the same short path to school that we've been walking for the last 4 years.
I knew all the teachers. I didn't walk a step inside the schools without a familiar face greeting me. I had parents that knew my sons as I knew their children. I want to see the same custodians, librarians, PE coaches and music teachers.
I want to see how tall all the other kids have grown in such a short summer. I want to hear how family vacations went the past 2 1/2 months.
I never watched the series Cheers, but right now the theme song is playing through my head. I wanna go where everybody knows my name.
I miss my old home. I don't miss the building we lived in, I miss our familiar faces and relationships.
I know I'm where I'm supposed to be. I'm traveling the path meant for me. But that doesn't mean it's always easy.
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