I haven’t written in a while because I flew out of San diego on Saturday morning to come back east for the holidays. I stayed in Boston with my best friend for a few days and have been hanging out at my parents house since yesterday.

I really really love San Diego, but the longest I’ve known anyone there is a little over 4 years. Most people I come into contact with there have known me for way less than that. And in the great scheme of things 4 years really is not a long time…especially when you consider the fact that I am not an easy person to get to know. I miss my people so much when I’m in California. My family and friends will give me shit from time or time, or may not always understand me but there is really nothing that compares to the feeling of being around people who know you and accept you for who you are. There is no small talk, there is no getting to know you questions. No judgment or self-consciousness. Just love and comfort in being around one another. There really is no place like home.