February 7, 2015
I never thought it was possible to feel homesick in your own house. While cleaning out boxes in my new room, I discovered an article I thought my sister would like. I walked over to her room, the room that we used to share, and plopped the newspaper on her bed. I turned to go, but felt an urge to open the window blind and see the view of the backyard, a sight Iíve seen every day for the 9 years Iíd been sleeping there. It ached seeing familiar objects while knowing I donít belong there anymore.