back in the sunshine
Sunny LA how I've missed you.
Every time I come home everything just seems so serene and peaceful and.. perfect. I can never imagine myself living anywhere other than here, right here. Everywhere I look I see things screaming "HOME!"to me and I just kind of fit into this wonderful place. But enough about that, I remember waiting to get out of here and telling everyone that LA is "plastic" and yeah, I still think that it is but i have grown to accept its plasticness.
So little time and so many things to do, people to see, people to do, things to see...
I sometimes think, am I ever going to find myself in a stable place? I've been living in San Francisco for almost a year now, and although the streets are becoming familiar, the bus lines a piece of cake, the old crazy Asian ladies on the bus yelling at each other as a regular staple of my life, but I'm not sure if I can really call it home. And when I travel? When I'm spending a year off in Europe or doing Peacecorp in Africa or escape to New York with my girlfriends? Will I be able to come back to all of those places and still feel home? Maybe that is why they call it "travel" you don't actually stick around for too long. But I like to think of the world as my home. Why is it that we stick only to the most familiar places to us? The ones we only feel comfortable at? I'd like to change that. I'd like to go back to SF and through my friendlessness and uncomfortableness still feel at home.
Enough of sad and pathetic. I am going to FRANCE in 4 days!! Will be back with wild and crazy stories. Till then, aurvoir.
Every time I come home everything just seems so serene and peaceful and.. perfect. I can never imagine myself living anywhere other than here, right here. Everywhere I look I see things screaming "HOME!"to me and I just kind of fit into this wonderful place. But enough about that, I remember waiting to get out of here and telling everyone that LA is "plastic" and yeah, I still think that it is but i have grown to accept its plasticness.
So little time and so many things to do, people to see, people to do, things to see...
I sometimes think, am I ever going to find myself in a stable place? I've been living in San Francisco for almost a year now, and although the streets are becoming familiar, the bus lines a piece of cake, the old crazy Asian ladies on the bus yelling at each other as a regular staple of my life, but I'm not sure if I can really call it home. And when I travel? When I'm spending a year off in Europe or doing Peacecorp in Africa or escape to New York with my girlfriends? Will I be able to come back to all of those places and still feel home? Maybe that is why they call it "travel" you don't actually stick around for too long. But I like to think of the world as my home. Why is it that we stick only to the most familiar places to us? The ones we only feel comfortable at? I'd like to change that. I'd like to go back to SF and through my friendlessness and uncomfortableness still feel at home.
Enough of sad and pathetic. I am going to FRANCE in 4 days!! Will be back with wild and crazy stories. Till then, aurvoir.
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