First, because my parent's will ask, I love being back 'home' in New Mexico. I love the beauty and variety, I love the quiet and peace, I love being near my family.
I miss Michigan.
I miss the trees.
I miss the water.
I miss the flowers in spring.
I miss sidewalks and parks and shops.
I miss restaurants.
I miss walking to school.
I miss streets so famaliar they are like old friends.
I missed memory filled places, like my in-laws house, the cemetary where they took Joshua to play, A&W.
I miss my friends. I rarely make close friends and I had the most there that I have ever had in my whole life.
I miss my church family who welcomed, nurtured and loved me when I was far from home, trying to adopt, and generally lonely.
I miss the revolving door that was our home, always someone stopping by, joining us for dinner or just hanging out.
I miss my husband's family who loved me from the first moment and made me their own.
I miss driving through random neighborhoods.
I miss 7-11 trips.
I miss my brother-in-law and all his craziness.
I miss living in the city.
I miss my second parents, who loved me like I was their daughter, more than words can ever say.
I love my new life. I'm so lucky and grateful and happy to be here. But I miss my old life, too.