I have been trying not to cry for the last few minutes, imagining a life in which I get to go apple picking with you, go to the big E with you, visit mom on the weekends, and watch the leaves change.
I am so homesick.
I really hate it here. I think about dropping out and coming home all the time. And I might do it eventually, but that doesn't make me feel better about the fact that I can't come home right now.
I get paid on October 1st, and I am thinking about spending several hundred dollars just to come home for a weekend. I miss you guys so much more than you know.
And I have a great apple recipe for you. Will try to post it soon.
Today I am going to a county fair, but it is just not the same. Carve a pumpkin and pour a cup of cider for me.
I love you both.
Sarah
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