I don't know what's up with me today. Just can't seem to get the energy to get going and do anything. I think that everything that has happened lately has kind of caught up with me. Is it wrong to admit that I miss my home, though I haven't been back there since I was about seventeen?
You know that I really miss about Guadalajara? I miss watching the Chivas play with my friends as we share a beer and I miss sunshine, hot sunny days and long, warm, lazy evenings sat in the garden. I miss the sound of a mariachi band playing as I walk along Morelos street or the smell of tortas ahogada being cooked by a street vendor.
Most of all... extraño a mi familia.