Compromised Time

Today was a long day (hence the belated post...again...), so the post I had planned got tossed out the window. Oh, Robert Burns, you and your idea about "the best laid plans." You were on the nose with that one. But it was fantastic.

It's easy enough to lay things aside to soak up things I'll be missing for a while...

Driving up to Racine instead of taking a nap so I can have more time up there? Alright.

Bouncing between Racine and Spring Grove a few times in one day to see my family instead of doing homework? Sure.

Making cheesecake with my aunt according to the Secret Family Recipe and being able to cross it off ye ole To Do List rather than packing? Yes, please.

I always panic right before I'm leaving home, trying to fit in as much time as possible with my family. Maybe it's a preemptive strike against homesickness I'll feel later. Or maybe I have to make up for all of the minutes that I won't be here with them.

Dorothy had it right: There really is no place like home. And it really never gets any easier to leave.