What I miss

I miss sitting at my desk playing a game or studying (back when I was enrolled in online school) and having my baby nephew sitting under my chair, playing with my stuffed animals, or banging on "toys" (read: discarded misc items like a phone and a metal CD holder) that I kept in a box in my room for him.

I miss my baby kitten curling up on my feet and falling asleep preventing me from using the foot pedals while playing the piano.

I miss working as a camp counselor.

Heck, I miss working at the YMCA in general, despite how much that place also drove me insane.

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Thoughts coming up from thinking about the whole home-buying stuff. One of my biggest thoughts is wondering if any of my nephews would like to come and live with me. I think the eldest nephew would in a heartbeat, because he was the one who connected more with me than with his own semi-absentee mother during the first couple years of his life. Having him sometimes accidentally call me mom even now wrenches on my heart strings. Little Bit would probably want to go where ever his brother goes. The baby is already separated from his siblings, and cries awfully every time he has to go back "home" again. It would be nice having them all three together.

I don't know how things will work out, but it's a big part of what I want to consider when the time comes. I know my parents are tired of being second-time parents. A part of me has always regretted that I opted to move onto campus and finish school instead of adopt my first nephew and go that path. Thinking about his first two years with me leads me to think of the really important things in life that I miss.

I guess I'm being a bit sullen.