Homesick
It is night time in California. I sit in bed, computer on my lap, thinking of my boys. This week has been a little tough at times.
Keeping busy has helped me while Y is visiting his cousins in New York. On the phone, when his voice is happy, he seems so close. But tonight, when he let his guard down, I heard a little homesickness on the line. Being on the other coast from each other puts us so far away. Unable to hold him and give him a kiss, I felt so helpless.
Later, I know that Y is asleep. I, however, am not. I am online, logging on to the iChat to look for B. Although his island is hours behind us, he is not online.
I am home sick because I miss my boys.
Posted by Juls.
Filed under What else is there?
Posted on Fri, 25 July 2008 at 8:34 pm
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