I can't stand it.
Sacha is in Willows, my hometown, with his cousins... his being there makes me want to run and catch the next plane.
The subject matter of Sacha's latest moments with my mom go straight to my heart. He really knows how to get me. Though his "moments" are not about getting me, they are about his getting it...
He worked and saved to pay for his own airline ticket and time abroad.
My mom has everyone in the family over ever Monday night, whoever has a birthday that week has the evening in their honor to celebrate.
My mother makes their favorite things for dinner. Sacha asked for homemade blackberry pie.
Summer. Childhood. Country. Nothing better.
Very happy for Sacha and yet homesickness is creeping inside me.
What is something you miss about your childhood home?