We've been here just shy of four months. I'm surprised that I've lasted this long without getting miserably homesick. I'm not always sure what triggers thinking about things back home that I miss but, today, I was struck by a particularly strong sense of missing what used to be.
Stewart and I would take roadtrips to visit family. He'd come home from work early and we'd load up his big 4x4 GMC Sierra with the Alison transmission (he'll be so proud I remember all that). We'd stop at the local Stripes and fill up two of their largest cups for a mere 99 cents (and that's if we got charged for the refill!), turn on the XM radio, and head east with our dogs excitedly looking out the back windows. The drive to Austin was gorgeous. The sun would just be beginning to set painting the sky an array of colors that we have yet to see here. The land was flat and empty and you could see for miles. The roads were in good condition and there weren't many cars on them.
I miss our roadtrips. I miss climbing into the passenger seat of our truck and settling in for an 11 hour drive to Baton Rouge which was sure to be filled with singing along to old 90s songs and just talking and enjoying each other's company. I remember the first few trips to Baton Rouge, we never turned on the radio - we actually talked for the ENTIRE drive.
Only 32 more months before we can go on another "real" roadtrip.
I miss our roadtrips. I miss climbing into the passenger seat of our truck and settling in for an 11 hour drive to Baton Rouge which was sure to be filled with singing along to old 90s songs and just talking and enjoying each other's company. I remember the first few trips to Baton Rouge, we never turned on the radio - we actually talked for the ENTIRE drive.
Only 32 more months before we can go on another "real" roadtrip.
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