想家

The title is, xiang jia, or homesick, approximately. I remembered this is the thing I wanted to tell you all right as I signed my name, but I cheated and decided to put it here. It is very hard to say what homesick means. It doesn't mean I want to go home, exactly. It doesn't mean I regret coming here in any way. In part it means that when I love the weather, I want to share it with people that I love. In part it means that after about two months of getting adjusted, I finally had time to realize how far away I was. I think in Pittsburgh I go to Ohio every two months or so, so maybe it has something to do with that. But what happened this week is that I started to miss everyone, and rivers, and trees, and hills, and corn, and food, and even maybe reading hard articles and writing long essays, and everything I love from home all at once. So I wanted to tell you because if you are reading this I probably thought of you. And I miss you.