And here I find myself once again. Missing California.
Places though. Not the past. Not like before. Not like 9th grade and
10th grade and 11th grade. No, not at all. Sometimes it's hard to believe how much things can change. I'm craving places. Craving San Francisco
with it's salty smell and artistic atmosphere, craving Orange and the restaurants
and stores that became familiar and seemed to form part of a home. My home once. I miss Palm Springs and San Diego and Anaheim and driving through PCH, Moro Bay. Every place I went. I crave certain places like pregnant women crave certain foods. It's in me again. I want to pack up and leave. One backpack. Around $300. My camera. Goodbye Costa Rica.
Oh the beauty of wishful thinking. Hope is a bitch and I'm starting to think I'll never know who I am. College is less than a month away. Scary.
