its a love hate typa thing
i cant sleep. im leaving for the airport in an hour and a half and i know im going to be miserable the next 6 hours until im in la.. but i guess it will get worse there because my ride fell through late tonight and its too late to call anyone as a back up. but that isnt even a worry to me right now because im leaving here soon.
i miss it here. i miss seeing the people that actually know me. i miss being able to be wasted and reminisce about old times and people actually know what/who im talking about. i miss this state and everything there is to do here but mostly i miss having a place called home. where you feel comfortable. where the people cry when you leave.... we did the usual girls last night when one of us leaves town. after everyone else had split up moriah and me went on our traditional drive and up to our spot overlooking the whole city... where everything complicated seems simple, even if we have to lie to ourselves to get that. i couldnt leave without her starting to cry...we're all always sad when we leave to go back to our separate lives, but she said this time felt different.
it is different
i am too old for this. ive outgrown this life here. as much fun as it is to come back and relive it all but as much as we would love to think everything is the same, it isnt. people are married, people have kids, everyone has different lives in different places, parents are well used to their kids being gone. This isnt home anymore.
i miss it here. i miss seeing the people that actually know me. i miss being able to be wasted and reminisce about old times and people actually know what/who im talking about. i miss this state and everything there is to do here but mostly i miss having a place called home. where you feel comfortable. where the people cry when you leave.... we did the usual girls last night when one of us leaves town. after everyone else had split up moriah and me went on our traditional drive and up to our spot overlooking the whole city... where everything complicated seems simple, even if we have to lie to ourselves to get that. i couldnt leave without her starting to cry...we're all always sad when we leave to go back to our separate lives, but she said this time felt different.
it is different
i am too old for this. ive outgrown this life here. as much fun as it is to come back and relive it all but as much as we would love to think everything is the same, it isnt. people are married, people have kids, everyone has different lives in different places, parents are well used to their kids being gone. This isnt home anymore.