Simple Confession

I'm going to own up to it tonight that I miss my mother. I miss seeing my brothers, my dad, my sister. Even the cat. I miss being home and driving down familiar streets, which I've known for the past ten years. Being away at school is wonderful, and I love my friends here; it's new and exciting, and when I think once again of those streets, those same old streets, I'm glad that I'm away. But despite being surrounded by people, being still in the thick of newness and change, sometimes it is simply lonely. That's all I really have to say: it's lonely sometimes, and I miss my mom.