I'm homesick.
Good old fashioned homesick.
I'm back in Michigan looking after my uncle (he's epileptic) while my grandmother is back in Arizona for the closing on the house she's getting.
I've only been here two weeks, and I only have two more to go, but the homesickness just started to really hit me. Don't get me wrong, I love Michigan; it's absolutely gorgeous here (quite the change from the brown desert) but I miss my family, my home, my routines.
Not only am I looking after my uncle, I'm helping my grandmother pack for the move back to Arizona. It's a little overwhelming, but I know that I'm helping her and helping the family is what matters.
This little break in Michigan has really taught me some things though. In such a short period of time I've discovered an answer to a question that was posed to me by my aunt, and plagued my brain ever since. "What is more important, the people, or the places?" Well, up until this little trip I've always leaned towards the places, but coming to Michigan with a one-way ticket and not knowing when or if I would be returning to Arizona really made me think about it. I've come to the conclusion that, at least at this point in my life, it really is the people that matter. My whole life is back in Arizona. So I swallowed my strong belief that I would be happier somewhere greener, and I got a return ticket. I love my family, and seeing them on a daily basis, having big family dinners on the weekends, is something that is more important to me right now.
So yes, I am homesick. But soon I'll be home again, and I know that I will be missing Michigan again.
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