I have been thinking about home lately. I miss it, a lot. Even though it is only a 3 1/2 hour drive from here, I don’t go very often. In fact, I rarely go. I love to go and visit, see old friends and family, places that I used to love going. I don’t go because every time it is time to leave, it gets harder to come back here.
Today, I received a phone call from an old friend. She called to tell me that she misses me and wants me to come up and visit. I am thinking about coming up soon to see her. It would be a lot of fun but hard to leave.