This weekend Hardin and I decided to take a small road trip back to Ohio to visit some friends and family. I never really realized how much I missed everyone until I saw them again. When I lived there it seemed like I was always trying to leave and now I want to go back. I miss my family so much. It was so good to see them and it seems like when i lived there I really took everything for granted, especially my parents. I never really realized until now how good it was to have a sense of family until I moved away. I miss talking (not arguing) with my mom and dad, hanging out with my brother and playing with my niece. Now I sit in New York without any of that except the occasional voice on the other end of the phone. I guess I should count my blessings now and be thankful for that moment we had this weekend.
I want to go back...