I'm homesick. There, I said it. You'd think that a 30 year old woman wouldn't be homesick. Especially one who hasn't lived in her hometown for 3 years. Perhaps it is just January talking. I got back yesterday after spending the better part of two weeks at my parents. It isn't so bad when it's just a short jaunt there and back, but when it gets to be longer, it sure is hard to leave everyone behind and head back to a town where the only people I know are the people at the dentist office, and I don't know if I would put them even in the casual acquaintance category.

Don't get me wrong, I do have friends around here, but seeing as I drive 30 miles to work, and that's how I got to know them, they don't live anywhere close. Living in a small town, which is what I want to do, can either be a blessing or a curse when it comes to friends. I would say that if you aren't from there or anywhere close, and you don't work or worship in the town, then it's definitely a curse. It also doesn't help to be shy, my particular personal curse. It gets awfully lonely around here at times. So, if you have any advice for me, please leave a comment. I'm all ears, or rather, eyes!