I miss home. I miss Marcee. I miss Briggs. I miss El Dorado. I miss my truck. I miss Harris Lake. (Both Hog Run and the lake itself.) I miss my BIG house with a BIG yard. I miss the convenience of knowing where everything is and easily being able to get there. I miss Caribou coffee shops. (Though Sharon has been sweet enough to send me bags of Caribou beans in the mail!) Ray says we will eventually find stuff like that here. It will just take some time.

This past week, I was in a training class with another American who was just over here for the training. But talking to him over this past week made me realize again that I miss my home.