Sometime in the middle of my caffine filled shift last night, I realized that I’m going to be away from home for almost a year. This is a long time. The longest I’ve been away from home and family or friends is two weeks (training camp actually!).
I would like to think that I’ll be able to take all of this in stride and be the one that supports everybody else on my team as they’re homesick, but I have a feeling I’m gonna cry like a baby from missing home sometime before the year’s out.
I didn’t really have anywhere to go with this, it was just an observation. I do that sometimes. Peace.
