I don't care who you are--setbacks and disappointments make you think of home, right? Well, imagine that you're me. Over two thousand miles separate you from home (2594.94 miles, according to mapquest, not that I'm counting). You see jagged, snow-covered mountains where there are supposed to be rolling green hills. The accents are all wrong. Your kids think oceans are supposed to be cold. And no one will serve you a sweet tea, no matter how much you beg.
Today, I just want to go home. But I can't. I'm a grown up now, and no matter how bad the sucker punches of life sting, you stand up and take them. Big girls don't go running home to their Mamaw, even if they want to so bad they can hear the sound of the coal cars rattling on the train tracks. Instead, we cry when our kids aren't looking and we make corn bread whether it goes with our supper or not. And, when we're really lonely, we fill our blog with the images we want to see most of all.