The worst part of being away is being away from my family. I miss the day-to-day things like having my sister come do a load of laundry or going with my Mom to Central Market on a Saturday. I really really miss pizza night and seeing all my friends and family several nights a month.
The very worst part is not being there when things turn a little out of the ordinary - like when my Dad was in the hospital, or my sister had a break-up, or when both of my number one running buddies went into the hospital. Not much I can do here but make phone calls and send positive vibes their way.
For now, that will have to do.
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