Last Night.

My own bed. My dogs. My Manzo’d With Children & the rest of my DVR. HOME!! FINALLY!! Last night was all about unpacking, decompressing, and pizza. I have been traveling a lot recently, and yesterday was my last day of flying. No more running to make my connections, dealing with delays (one missing screw=loads of drama), or paying $7 for a coffee (Seriously, all airports in the three states I was in? You’re committing highway robbery.).

Don’t get me wrong. I love, love, love to travel. And, I really love, love, love to see my family -  which happened this last trip. But it also brought up a lot of issues that I’ve been pushing down for awhile. Now they're all coming up, and I feel a little lost.

Even though I gladly call L.A. home, it’s hard for me to be apart from my fam and the longer I stay here the harder it gets. Thank God for FaceTime, but sometimes it’s just not good enough. However, when one of my cousins asked me if I was going to stay on the West Coast, I said yes without hesitating. In a way, it’s home now too.

Isn’t that weird how that happens?