Homesick

I know this must sound silly, but I'm homesick for a place that I haven't lived in for over 30 years. I get this way sometimes. It just sneaks up on me...and suddenly I'm homesick. Really, really, truly homesick. Sadness and longing. I want to be there. I'm not exactly sure why it is so important to me, but it is. Always has been.

My family has always discouraged me from moving back there. Everyone is convinced that I would be completely miserable. Everybody but me. I just want to finally do it. I've always wanted to. Maybe it's too late. How would it work? Could I make it work? I've got others to think about besides myself. A husband and two daughters.

It would make more sense to make a drastic change if things weren't working. If I was unhappy. I'm actually the happiest I've been. Things are really good. Yet, my heart still longs for that place. I don't think I can rest until I'm there. I've got to know. Oh, please.