Home Is Where Your Love Is

Atttention, everyone. I finally got a keyboard for my iPad and it is amazing. Best thing I've bought since the iPad itself. Seriously, this really makes writing in this thing a lot easier since I don't have to track down the laptop or type on a touch screen, which, let's be honest, is a pain in the butt. Anyway, first world rant over. It's been raining for 2 days here and I couldn't be happier about it. Yesterday it really rained, so I opened the windows and let myself get lost in the sound. It's mostly just been sprinkling today, but still I can hear it every once in a while and I feel a little comfort. It really is the little things, guys. Learn to appreciate everything in your life, no matter how big or small. 

As I'm typing this on my nifty little keyboard and sipping my coffee, I find myself just wishing for the next few weeks to fly by. I know I've been a bit of an advocate for "living in the moment" and "don't wish your life away", but I just can't help but be anxious to get home for a couple of weeks at the end of July/beginning of August. I can't wait to be in the South, in Birmingham, in real Summer heat, in my house, with my family, meeting my nephew when he's born, seeing friends, eating at all of my favorite places, just everything. The longer I'm away from Birmingham, the more I realize how much I actually love it. I know I used to say that it was a boring place, but now that I've been in other major cities, mainly Oakland and quite often San Francisco, I realize that slow and dull can actually be incredibly enjoyable. Birmingham is home and I miss it. I do love it here, I love SF. Of all of the major cities I've been to, which is surprisingly a good amount, it's by far the coolest and most interesting to me. But it's not home.

But home isn't necessarily a place, it's where your loved ones are. It's where you feel comfort. It's where you feel comfortable. I miss home not only in the sense of the destination and geography, but more in the sense that I miss all of the people in my life. My family and friends are home. I miss being with that home. I miss the convenience of the closeness we had. My closest friends were never more than a few miles away and my family all lives in close proximity. Talking on the phone, FaceTiming, messaging, emailing, Facebooking, etc...It's just not the same. I am so ridiculously anxious to get home. And I mean home in every sense of the word. 

In the four short months that I've lived in California, I've made a life for myself, a good life for myself. I live with a wonderful family, I live in a wonderful town in a beautiful house, I have a great relationship with my employer and with the kids, I have an awesome boyfriend, and I'm enjoying being able to discover and explore new and exciting places fairly often. I have nothing at all to complain about, but I find myself just sad sometimes. I don't like that I feel that way, but when you miss something or someone,  it can really affect you. I promise I'm OK. I promise that I'm doing well, but I really, really, really can't wait to visit home next month. I won't not live in the moment, I'll still enjoy the cool things I get to do out here, I'll savor my time with John on the weekends, but I'm exhausted from anticipation!!! I so look forward to seeing all of you :)