break out the world's smallest violin

So, it's been almost a month since we left Japan. A week here, a week there, a week somewhere else, and I'm pretty well burnt out on staying in other people's homes. They might extend the "Voluntary Military-Assisted Departure" (NOT an "evacuation"!!!) for another 30 days, or they might bring us home within the next couple of weeks. My understanding of the situation is that the base seems to think that it would be safe to bring us back, but the decision isn't up to them, it's going to come from higher up, sometime in the next few days.

I want to go home. Despite the fact that there are still aftershocks, and the situation at the reactor hasn't been fully sorted out yet, I still want to go home. I can't stand having my family split apart like this, I can't stand sleeping in beds other than my own (Tempurpedics spoil you), I can't stand having Brandon out of school and both boys away from their friends and all of us away from our regular routines. I want to plan my meals and do my grocery shopping and cook in my kitchen. I want to have the birthday party that I originally planned for Jackson - with his friends and his Daddy. (The one we had with his cousins was fun, but it would have been better if everyone who was originally supposed to be there, had been there.) I want to bring the boys to swimming lessons and go to the playground across the street and I AM SO UPSET THAT WE'RE MISSING SAKURA SEASON. I want to take my kids to the base's Easter Egg Hunt, I want to decorate eggs at our dining room table next to the window overlooking Tokyo Bay, I want to tend the container garden on my balcony, I want to go out for ramen, I want to visit my favorite shrine in Kamakura, I want to get lavender ice cream at Kurihama Flower World, I want to sit down for dinner with my kids AND my husband.

I just really, really, really want to go home.