Sometimes, when you feel a bit homesick, you don’t know you feel homesick until some small thing makes you cry. 

When I was on my NZ exploration trip, I realized one night that I’d forgotten my bathing suit at the last Airbnb and I just broke down. It was obvious that I was crying about more than just a swim suit - I missed my family.

We moved from a fully furnished rental into a more permanent unfurnished place over the weekend. I decided that starting a load of new-to-us thrift store dishes would be a good start. As I opened the dishwasher, the door smacked into the drawer pulls 3/4 of the way open and the emotional dam burst. The homesickness hit me like a tsunami. I took the handles off the drawers so we could do dishes and tried to keep going. I wish I could say that it passed quickly but honestly, I’m still recovering. 

I asked Chris through tears this morning if I could be the one to have intense feelings today. Of course he said yes and of course he bought a drawer pull so we can still use the drawers and the dishwasher.