Home is where the heart is, so where is mine

Well, I have been in Milan for 8 days and I still have not found my heart. It seems that I left it in Texas with my 2 daughters. I find myself very sad that I can't spend the day with Sarah for her birthday or garden, scrapbook or even clean. Boy, you know that I miss the lake and my girls if I want to clean. Maybe, being a mom is more important than being in a foreign country. People just sigh and say Italy.... I just have a few words for them.... disorder, dirt, strikes and cheaters. The only thing that keeps me smiling here is my friends at church. To think that my shy friend Max, gave me a big kiss means that I am suppose to be here to help those sweet, stiff anglicans become more demonstrative......job ALMOST accomplished.