What homesick is.
It’s that something-just-isn’t-quite right feeling.
It’s wishing you could have a big bear hug from your dad, who squeezes so hard you can barely breathe for a second.
It’s the thought of a warm stack of papa’s pecan pancakes.
It’s when your stomach growls for mamaw’s cookin’ and all you have to eat is Ramen.
It’s sitting on your air matress when you wish you were curled up next to your mom, watching the Bachelor.
It’s going to work the 9-5 but wishing you could have a lazy day with a good book.
It’s going to church but not knowing every sweet face in the room, and not hearing the familiar songs that your church family clings to.
Its wishing you could sit on the front porch swing and think about nothing & everything all at once.
It’s growing up, when you’re left wondering when you stopped being a kid.
