I think when I was at home, even when I was at home missing my man, I always knew my friends were there and that made me feel not lonely.
Now it feels different. I am in a country where I have about one (new) friend, who is on holiday right now and my man is gone. It's me, myself and the dogs.
And it makes me feel profoundly lonely.
Very thoughtful and missing my friends.
Thinking of Starbucks runs and sitting in the sun on the steps of City Hall talking about life, sitting in the park by the water, walking my dogs in the sunshine by the ocean.
I miss you, home. I miss you so very much. Don't forget me, I am coming back.