Confession: ever since our return from Turkey last week I have suddenly felt very homesick. In the middle of the big pile of unopened mail, there was a special treasure: a letter from my Aunt Carol. 5 pages of her distinct and familiar handwriting. 5 pages of her voice, loud and clear. 5 pages of family news, tiny tidbits of daily life. 5 pages making me laugh, yearn for more, while also making me tear up and want to be back home right this instant. I have said it before and I will say it again. Letters are some of my most important belongings. Amazing power in those written words. And so here I am halfway around the world, in the midst of a grand adventure, doing more than I ever imagined possible, and at thirty-six years old I suddenly feel just as homesick as I did when I went away to that horrible, stomach wrenching week of 4-H camp in middle school. I know it wasn't just the letter. It was also leaving our good friends in Turkey. It's also just the natural timing of things. It always seems to happen during the first year in a new place when the excitement of our arrival starts to wear off and the reality of all the changes suddenly start to hit me. I know it will pass. But it's here for right now, percolating in my stomach, and I can't seem to shake it. So I got up this morning and decided to make my favorite comfort meal. My mama's Sunday Dinner: Cajun Roast, Rice and Gravy, Corn, and Potato Salad. It might make me feel even more homesick but at least it will fill my stomach and give me a little taste of home.