The summer went to fast. The last two weeks were spent in mourning over my husband beginning the third year of law school. But before everyone comments about how great the third year is and how much better it is than the first two – let me just stop you right there. Perhaps it is easier for the student. But for me, the lonely wife, it is not that great. So take your normal semester of classes add 15 hours of work each week and then add another 10 hours of work at an externship and it equals a lonely wife and child. Forgive me if I don’t agree with those who claim the third year is oh, so wonderful. But he does come home at a normal hour on Tuesdays. Go Tuesdays. I just get a little lonely during the school year.
On top of missing Brandon, I’ve had a bought of homesickness. I had a visit from my dear friend McRae on Sunday and when she left, I was homesick. Not necessarily homesick for Utah because she hasn’t even lived in Utah for the past three years. But just missing being around some of my old friends. Perhaps I was feeling especially nostalgic because of the changing of the seasons. September is here and fall is coming. There is something about those last summer nights that remind me of late nights with great friends. Sitting on the porch. Driving down the canyon with the windows down. Music always playing.
I ran an errand late last night after G was asleep and Brandon got home. The windows were down and my music was loud and it made me feel happy and I realized it’s good to miss people. It reminds you of what makes you happy.