I feel like a child for feeling this way, but I am getting homesick. Homesick like I have never been before. During college I spent a semester living in Europe, and never once got homesick. I never got homesick during college, or since I've been married.
But now I have a 6 week old baby boy, and my husband just got stationed in a new place where we don't really know anyone.
So for the first time in a very long time, I am homesick for my small town where everyone knows everyone else. Where help can be found anywhere that you need it. Where you never feel lonely or isolated, because people there just won't let you.
I am homesick for a place that I thought I would never want to go back to. A place that I got away from as soon as I could. The place where my family, my husband's family, and my church family all live. The place where most of my true friends are.
I want to go where I know their love will wrap itself around me and comfort me. Where there will be loved ones that will help me calm my child when he screams, and will look on lovingly when he smiles. Where someone will make me dinner and comfort me when I've had too hard of a day. Where no matter the hour, someone will be around to help.
I want to go where there are people who love my child as much as my husband and I do. Where people truly care about us.
But I can't. Not yet.
This is an original Deep South Moms post. Cassie blogs about the struggles and blessings of new motherhood at Southern Domestic Goddess.