For the past 24 hours I’ve been very nostalgic for my little hometown where I grew up. I’ve been avoiding MSN because I’m too lazy to type, but last night I actually went on to chat and talked to a couple of old friends that I hadn’t talked to in a long time. And then I started looking at pictures of everyone together (sans me) and then… I missed home.
I miss not being able to go anywhere without running into someone you know. It’s inevitable. You can’t leave your house without seeing someone.
I miss driving that 7 minute little strip between Timmins and South Porcupine.
I miss walking around Gilles lake at night.
I miss that feeling of home-ness. Even though my family has since moved south, and the hubs and I live even further south, the city still has that ‘home’ feel.
I miss camp. I miss camp with all of me. It starts in a month… and right now I’d be making wicked mixed CDs so that I could win the airband competitions. *sigh*
Mostly I miss the people. I miss my girl friends. I miss my boys. I know they’re all up there together hanging out and I’m missing it. I miss them a lot.
I miss Gene. Gene was a big part of Timmins for me. I miss sleeping at her house and watching movies all night. I miss her dragging my lazy butt out and making me roller blade until I fall over. I miss talking to her about everything and nothing all at once. I miss you.
I miss it.