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it's so strange, but since moving down to san diego there has not been one moment of one day where i have felt the least bit homesick. I do miss my family, and i especially miss milo, but apart from that, i can't think of one reason why i would ever like to go home. Even for thanksgiving, there is a possibility that between my two jobs i would be able to get some time off. However, i'm not even going to ask for it, because i don't WANT to go home. I would rather stay here, and i don't even care if i stay at home in bed all day for thanksgiving, that would make me perfectly happy.
And club med gave me there blessing, so i'm just waiting until they need me, and until this dreaded semester at mesa is over. It's such a joke because i dropped two classes so i literaly go to class 2 days a week for like 2 hours each day, and it is the easiest thing ever, yet i STILL can't stay on top of it. I just need to get those extra 6 units so i can go to UCLA next fall. When they send me, i will spend maybe a few days at home, and then i will leave for 6 months and never look back. And then i will come home for another few days and then i will travel south america all summer. Then i will come back for a few days, and I will leave for school, because god, i don't want to be in benicia anymore.
I wonder if thats due to bad memories, or if it's simply a growing process, leaving the nest and finding home elsewhere. I feel very at home where I am right now.
It's interesting, I was looking through pictures this morning and I noticed something funny. The longer my hair is, the happier I am. I know it's weird to say, but my hair gets shorter and shorter as time goes on, and I remember my life getting more and more dismal with it. I was happiest when my hair was at it's longest. What's weirder is the longer my hair grows, the happier I have become. It is medium lenght now, and FINALLY i am starting to be happy again everyday, and learning how to live my life the way I want it. I know, it's weird to say, but it's true, I think my hair is the best judge of the state of my life. Freshman year was the most amazing year i've lived to date, and i'm fairly sure these next few are going to match that, if not exceed it by far.
I'm ready for it too, like you wouldn't believe.
And club med gave me there blessing, so i'm just waiting until they need me, and until this dreaded semester at mesa is over. It's such a joke because i dropped two classes so i literaly go to class 2 days a week for like 2 hours each day, and it is the easiest thing ever, yet i STILL can't stay on top of it. I just need to get those extra 6 units so i can go to UCLA next fall. When they send me, i will spend maybe a few days at home, and then i will leave for 6 months and never look back. And then i will come home for another few days and then i will travel south america all summer. Then i will come back for a few days, and I will leave for school, because god, i don't want to be in benicia anymore.
I wonder if thats due to bad memories, or if it's simply a growing process, leaving the nest and finding home elsewhere. I feel very at home where I am right now.
It's interesting, I was looking through pictures this morning and I noticed something funny. The longer my hair is, the happier I am. I know it's weird to say, but my hair gets shorter and shorter as time goes on, and I remember my life getting more and more dismal with it. I was happiest when my hair was at it's longest. What's weirder is the longer my hair grows, the happier I have become. It is medium lenght now, and FINALLY i am starting to be happy again everyday, and learning how to live my life the way I want it. I know, it's weird to say, but it's true, I think my hair is the best judge of the state of my life. Freshman year was the most amazing year i've lived to date, and i'm fairly sure these next few are going to match that, if not exceed it by far.
I'm ready for it too, like you wouldn't believe.