I guess that is why I am here, right?

This last week has been hell. I wont lie about that. Honestly, the last few months, having family in and out of town and leaving it has me homesick as hell and I cant take another minute of it.

Soooooooooooooooooo, I put my house on the market and I am going back home as soon as it sells.

I know, I know, I just moved here in August and I moved 1600 miles from my home and I am a %#@&#! up and should have thought about this before moving. Yeah, I know all that. Beleive me, this has been playing over and over again in my mind and I have come to the conclusion, that no matter where I run, I am always there.

Moving here to me was not a mistake but an experience. I love the weather, and the city is absolutly breath taking. It just isnt home. It just isnt home.

I feel like I am such a %#@&#! idiot for this.

I moved here because spiritually, I needed to know that there was more out there then what I have seen, which wasnt much. I miss my home. My mother, my step father and brother and sister. I miss my inlaws. I miss my italian resturant that is family owed and every time I walked in there they knew me, my hubby and kids. I miss the snow. I miss the rain. I miss the traffic.