It's uncanny. Everything  I do seems to be reminding me of how much I miss home and everything that comes with it. Even the episode of How I Met Your Mother that I just caught, where Robin was feeling homesick so Marshall brought her out to a Canadian bar just so she could feel at home for a while. And the conversation they had on the steps of the porch was utterly touching. I wish I had a bunch of friends just like that. A bunch of friends who would track me down if I went missing. Who wouldn't call a place home if I weren't a part of it. Who would make me feel like I mattered.

I just spent my evening over the phone and skype with Bay. And again, it only reminded me of how much I missed her. My heart feels heavy and my eyes teary just thinking about it.

Gonna steep in a bubble bath and wash it all away.