When I moved to Pittsburgh on Saturday, I brought with me 9 small jars of canned peaches and one jar of applesauce that Mom gave me about a year ago. I have decided that I'll eat them, one by one, when I feel lonely and homesick. Then I began to wonder if I'll ever feel lonely and homesick. I know that I will miss certain people, but will I miss Lancaster? The question really is whether I will be consciously aware of such feelings, or simply experience periods of crankiness and the blues without realizing the cause.
The couple that moved out of my apartment left a few scattered cleaning supplies. I found a Softsoap dispenser, with the fishy sticker, and some Target liquid hand soap under the bathroom sink. It was a powerful reminder of the days at 25A W. Cottage with Scott, Scott, Danny, and later, Jon.
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