"Home"

I'M BACK IN SAN DIEGO!!! IT'S GREAT TO BE BACK!!! RIGHT...? Not really. Spending the last 4 months in New York has made me realize how truly uneventful a city like San Diego is. I can't get Famiglia Pizza at 1 in the morning anymore, or find a place as social and alive as Union Square. News reached me today that it snowed in New York and all I could think of was how boring this 60 degree weather is. No scarves, no gloves, no coats. It's boring. I find the cold weather and dirty streets of New York quite humbling. They remind you you're human and to take advantage of the time you have in nice weather. Living in San Diego is so... safe. I'd have to go out of my way to try and get stabbed here. No thugs here. Lamefullness.


Where is my home now? Is it the wilds of my steel New York jungle? Or Pleasantville, San Diego? Somehow I feel like every first semester college student will ask him or herself this question. The quest of re-discovering where your home is. Perhaps it's both. For me, this is an ongoing Odyssey of trying to find my place in the world where I feel comfortable. Maybe someday I'll view one or the other as "My Home", but for now, I exist only as Bob Dylan would say, "On the Road". Till next time...