Here this is a travel blog, and I write about anything but my travels. Somehow, Sundays are the hardest. Sundays are when I wake up thinking of nothing but home and family and friends, wishing for easy communication, if not those people right bedside me. Sundays are when I go to church and experience the most extreme feelings of homesickness, insignificance, and love. All of these emotions during the two hours of mass, and then some. I am homesick on Sundays because Sundays have such regularity. Sundays are always beautiful, rain, sun, or snow. (Snow? What?) Waking up, reading books, eating pancakes, and smiling are all easy things to do on Sundays. Sundays are church, family, and contentedness. For 22 years I have had that regularity, and on a different continent I keep it that
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