I’m happy in Cuenca.
Don’t want to go anywhere else.
But yesterday and today, I’ve been surprisingly homesick.
I miss what is familiar. I miss picking up the phone and calling a sister or a friend. I miss walking out into the garage, turning on the car and driving somewhere for the smallest thing. I miss opening the refrigerator and seeing groceries packaged the way I’m used to.
And I really miss walking down the street and understanding almost everything that is being said.
The mother of one of Katherine’s new friends told me this morning that it’s about the right amount of time for me to get homesick.
It’s a common malady and easily treated by living through it.
Luckily for me, it hit the day I needed an “H”for the blog.