Not Just Homesick.

I’ve been sick since Friday afternoon. I was continuing on with a productive morning of work and suddenly felt chilled and achy. I spent the next few days starting to feel better and then reverting back to feeling worse. Symptoms have come and gone.

It’s a horrible time to get sick. I’ve got an important work deadline looming. I’m expecting the 2 cats that I’ve adopted to be dropped off on Friday (and my apartment is no where near ready for them). I still have quite a bit of unpacking to do.

But, here I am, exhausted and achy, sipping tea and feeling rather sorry for myself. My body refuses to listen to my commands to “GET BETTER!” and I lack the comfort of being somewhere that really feels like ‘home.’

I miss my mom and her chicken noodle soup. I miss napping on her couch with her handmade flannel quilt and listening to the muted hum of her sewing machine behind the closed door of her craft room. I miss her checking on me and putting her cool hand on my forehead.

I guess when it comes down to it, I just miss my mom.