Feeling homesick today.
There's a big gathering of people of who used to be in my life this weekend in NOLA: people all the way back from our days at St. Charles Catholic High School together, some people I haven't seen in 20 years, some people I've known since elementary school.
Though I was never interested much in a reunion in past years, this year I do wish I was in NOLA with those people who seemed all-important in my life 15 to 20 years ago. Even though I am no longer close friends with any of them (though I know when their kids lose teeth or where they vacation = Facebook), I do have an odd longing to be with them. I wonder why this is so?
And if it wasn't bad enough, this homesickness, I came upon this gem of a video produced by my Alma Mata. I love it, but, it only adds to my pity party. This is home for me.
And then I think about BP, and I just get sadder. . . . and a feeling of not being able to help, of not being able to do something. (Even though I don't know exactly what I would do if I were there.)
I'm also thinking that our trip there this summer is too short. What was I thinking? Boo, hoo.
Now all I need is for my sister to post some pictures of the entire family together, minus us, to really send me crying in my pillow. Please don't.