I have to tell you: I am absolutely unable to contain myself because I get to go home to Wisconsin in two weeks and I haven't been back in over three years now, before Ava was born! Since then, my father and stepmom have moved from our house, which overlooked the river valley, to the Springs, which I used to run past when I was training for cross country in high school and college and which is equally beautiful and green. I never thought I would love Wisconsin so much, but here I am today dreaming about it more than I dream about my husband (sorry darling). This is not to say that I'm unhappy in St. Louis, but for me, it lacks the charm of hill country. I miss hearing the birds in the trees. I miss catching frogs in fields. I miss walking around barefoot. I miss seeing a lovely maple tree outside my bedroom window (as of now, I see an enormous transformer and a whole lot of concrete).
Most of all, I miss the sound of quiet. I miss the bird sisters, too.
Home: what an unsatisfactory word for all it really means. And yet, what would I do without it?