Sleeping with Bread

For what am I most grateful?
I bought a desk this Saturday. It’s not exactly what I wanted, but it does have a large surface. I haven’t had one since the movers broke mine last fall, and it is no nice not to be using the card table in the dining room any more. Having a desk set-up to work at is a simple thing, and yet it feels so good.

For what am I least grateful?
I feel homesick. I know that technically I am home, but in my family home is where your mother lives. And for me that is quite far away. My high school reunion was this past weekend. While I can honestly tell you that I did not want to go, I do feel like I missed out. I haven’t asked my best friend from those years (the only person in the class that I still talk to) if she ended up going, but she’s the only one with whom I would like to hang out once again and she wasn’t sure if she would come. I didn’t go home for it because my mother would be leaving the day after I arrived, and I could not justify the time off and the travel expenses to spend a Saturday afternoon with the girls with whom I haven’t bothered to talk since the summer after we graduated. So I’m missing that sense of home, especially Mom and the “furry noses.”