It was really kind of strange though, because they could see me and hear me, but I couldn't see or hear them. I could just read what my Dad was typing. So it was kind of crazy. But I showed them around our apartment, and I talked to them for a little while. I wish so badly I could have seen their faces and heard their voices - but one thing at a time, you know?
It's a funny thing, homesickness. I find myself missing things about people that I didn't know I would miss. When it's been a while since you've seen someone, it's hard to remember what their nose looks like, or how tall they actually are. It's hard for me to place certain things about people - their eyes, their hands, their laugh, what it feels like to sit by them on the couch, what it feels like to hug them. I can remember some things about them, like hair color or their smile or their favorite shirt, but it's hard to make those things come together into a 3D image of who they are.
Sure, I miss Sonic and Dr. Pepper and Wal-Mart and Target and my car.
But I miss being around people in 3D.
Love you guys. I miss you a lot today.
-Tara.
