Monday, August 9, 2010

Home Is Where My Comfort Is

I miss home.

I miss Berkeley.

I miss my friends.

I miss sleeping in my bed.

I miss wearing jackets and not having mosquito bites and eating pasta.

I miss being able to lock my door, walk out the gate and go wherever I want to go.
Just a week and a half and I get to go back to my life. Like I said, being here is a relief in some ways, but it's difficult in others.

1 comment:

  1. I love traveling and experiencing new things, but I too, always long for the comfort of home eventually.