It’s not to say that i don’t like it at home because i still love it. i still love knowing where everything is. i still love being with friends at their house or bowling or loitering or standing by a car. i still love going to St. Marys. i still love this house, my bed, the kitchen. Hearing my dad singing, hearing my mom’s telesarias, saying goodnight to my auntie, being weird with my sister. i love all of that.. and miss it every time i get back to SF. 

but i guess i’m just slowly getting used to it. the shorter goodbyes, the packing and unpacking, seeing them 4 months total within the year. and i hate to admit to myself that sometimes i get anxious to get back to SF but i do… but it happens. That’s where most, if not all my stuff is.  that is my life now and that is what’s familiar to me now and i love it too. 

two homes, but my heart will always be here.