Seems there’s a theme running through my life lately.
I am currently being psychically tortured by desire and dread.
I miss my Chicago family with a pain akin to three abscessed molars.
I dread the trip that visiting Chicago entails with the anguish that accompanies the anticipation of three simultaneous root canals.
Of the past four weekends, we have gone out of town two of them and I have worked two of them. This is my first weekend off in a while, and next weekend we have nothing scheduled.
So our schedule is free for travel to Chicago. But the ride kills us. The quick turnaround is even harder.
Caitlyn and Koby and Owen planned their own trip to Chicago next weekend, and we are loath to interfere or intrude on their first real trip as a family. But I just miss everybody so damn much.
I want to see those babies crawling everywhere. I need to see Jack and Liv and love them and sing to them. I yearn to hug my sister and Stefanie for long long times. I need to squeeze my bony brother, hug my dad’s belly, kiss the top of my mom’s head.
I really want to see mom’s new dining room furniture.
You can see my dilemma.