home.

there was some part of me that thought being out here this time would bring out that california part of me that wishes i still lived here. But in fact, i've learned that part of me doesn't exist. None of me wishes i lived here still. I'm 100% percent happy i moved back home. That's a good feeling.

I'm also learning that while booking the trip to CA, 2 weeks always sounds like a much better idea than it turns out to be. I'd be ready to head home tomorrow - but i still have a week to go. Not that i'm actually sad about it, i like being here, and trust me, i'll enjoy the next week. But..well.. on the work front - I'm definitely not accomplishing much! And it'll be nice to get home and get some work done (how weird am i?) and i miss my bed, and my roommate and my boyfriend (who happens to be in Mexico right now).

sigh. maybe it's just hormones.