Homesick

I've been homesick lately. Today at work I suddenly pictured myself driving down Catalpa, of all places—that stretch between Washington and Woodward—and I just missed Royal Oak so much. I think it's setting in now—that I don't know when I'll be back or where I could stay. I miss my house and living in a nice house, and eating well. I want to make friends with a family in Evanston so they can invite me over for dinner once in a while, or every night. I'm thinking of putting an ad up at the Jewel. "Normal girl seeks non-smoking family for dinner and wine. No children, please. Cats preferred. Must have TiVo. Likes: Mexican food and people, cake, presents. Dislikes: when you don't laugh at my jokes. Please be discreet."