I guess it started on Saturday. I'm homesick and want to go to CT to see my daughter and friends.
Saturday was the 30th anniversary of my Mom's passing. Sunday would have been my Dad's 76th birthday.
Every year I go through somewhat of a funk beginning on October 10th through Christmas. (One week before Christmas after my mom passed away in 1973, we had a fire in our house in which my grandfather was killed). Last year was when my Casey Bubba Dude went to the RB. But it's never really been this bad.![]()
My daughter called me last night asking me to PLEASE come home for Christmas. I explained to her that I can't because Christmas is on a Thursday and I have to work Friday or I don't get paid. Besides, the airfares are outrageous. She laid a real guilt trip on me, hanging up abruptly when the conversation was finished.
I can probably drive home for Thanksgiving (12 hours each way) providing there's no traffic and the weather is clear. I'll have 4 days to visit.
I'd prefer to fly so I can spend more time with everyone.
*sigh* I hope this passes. I hate feeling this way.![]()
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