Craving Ham and Potato Salad. And I Don’t Even Like Potato Salad.

I’m wondering when it will get easier. When will hearing my grandmother’s voice on the phone be comforting and not condemning? When will saying goodbye to my parents at the airport be met with appreciation for the visit and not guilt and hollowness for the impending months of separation? I am so grateful for the life that we are carving out in this new city, and I really am a sucker for adventure. But my home, ever since I understood the weight of what that means, has been with my family — second, third, and fourth cousins aplenty. I miss everything about being near them, and my heart aches over this distance.

Well, I actually meant to write about the beautiful Easter Sunday we had. I guess sometimes you have to write what you feel, not what you wish you felt.