I do pretty good most of the time. I live a bazillion miles away from blood family. But I have created around me a network of friends that do the trick. But some days I still miss individuals. One month away from living here 5 years and I am still getting home sick this does not seem right, but that is where I am at. I miss shucking corn and snapping purple hulls at Grandmother and Papa’s and I miss the first bearable temperature day and the cool evenings of early fall late summer. I miss putting up hay at night to keep the old truck from overheating. I miss mom’s nice mature green lawn to mow and not having to water it to keep it alive. I miss Pizza by Stout, Black and Tans and really I miss Jake. Come and see me Jake I’ll see if I can find a store with a forgotten case of Nitro!