Unlike the last year I travelled, I'm not counting the months because there's no goal that I have to make it to. This is a five to ten year trip. Months don't count for much at this point. But tonight I'm very aware that I've only been gone three and a half months because I'm asking myself why I feel so homesick when I just left.

So why is it? I just had a great chat with my sister on IM. I get to talk to my mom more regularly than I did last year. My dearest friend comes out on Friday. My dad visits in a month. I have a great flat and roomate. I'm reading alot. I'm studying and learning. What's wrong? Josiah is twelve. He's growing into a teenager. Jordan was 6'4" by his freshman year. So when I see Josiah next, will I know him at 6'5" (I'm sure he'll be the biggest!)? Anyway, I'm sitting here thinking of the people I love, and not just the Coopers, and crying a bit. I know I chose my path, so I ought to stop crying, but I can't. Because there are just so many people I miss tonight.