I've been gone from home since Christmas day. And now it's St. Patrick's Day. I have moments of homesickness that grasp me tightly out of nowhere. Tonight is one of them. I won't be home again until probably the beginning of May. I am combining pleasure and a work project. Sometimes being away from home is exciting, adventurous and necessary.
But there are moments when I long to be home. I feel restless, meloncholy and low in energy. An empty ache inside.