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Feb 20, 2007 22:52

San Francisco is not working out as well as I'd hoped it would. I don't at all feel at home here, even though I've been here for months now. There's a lot of tension in the house, not between Kelly and I though. I'm just through being disgusted by my own home. I haven't decided that I'm leaving yet, but things really aren't working out like I'd planned.

I've been going up to Roseville pretty often lately. I'm going to go again next week, which will be my third time this month going. I miss it up there a lot. I might move back there someday soon...I'll probably try to fake it a few more months here if I can stand it. I'm just not cut out for this town. It exhausts me to live here. I've got money back under control at least, and it's not like rent is killing me or anything. It's just that this apartment isn't mine. I can keep trying to bring more stuff here, but that doesn't make it any more my home. I have my little corner, no privacy, no cleanliness. Not what I desire. Things just don't work the way I want them to here.

I've got my job here until I want to leave, and I can get a different job when I move back. I just don't know how much longer it'll be until I lose it. I feel like I'm constantly in a really horrible mood here. How much longer 'til the Great Experiment fails? Who knows.
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