Missing Home

The past couple of days I have been thinking about home back in New Jersey and how it would be great to be closer to them and to get to see the family more often and when I want.  I think about Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Day where families get together and all the other holidays too.  Whenever these holidays come I think about how families get together and enjoying themselves and here I am many miles away from my family.  I never have money and hadn't worked in four years now.  This long distance between us is not working.  It was different years ago.  I was younger and I wanted to explore new places.  I feel such an outsider because I live so far away.

Craig and I have been thinking of relocating to Portland, Maine.  It is where he wants to move and I guess settle down which is why we are relocating at the end of the year.  Now I am getting this feeling in my gut that I probably would want to live much closer to them.  There are nephews and nieces and I'm missing out on their childhood.  I have a brother who I haven't seen in years.  I haven't talked to Craig, yet, about my feelings on this. 

Am I homesick?  I don't know.  Maybe.