Take Me Back

So incredibly homesick tonight. Out of nowhere. A song came on the radio that instantly took me back to this summer, and I just started crying.  And now I can’t stop. I don’t understand it. But all I can see is San Diego at sunset, and being on the beach, or driving down the road with the windows down and the music up. I can’t get the images out of my head. And I can’t take it tonight.

And then somehow I start thinking about him, even though he has nothing to do with San Diego. I haven’t heard from him in over a year, somewhat by my choosing, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. He has sucked up 7 years of my life at this point. 7 years. Why can’t I get over it? Why does it still get to me so much?

Mama Said There’d Be Days Like This

“Days like this” meaning days when I’m freakishly homesick.

I’m actually kind of surprised how quickly it snuck up on me this time. (Although it’s probably because I didn’t actually want to leave this time.) I’ve been here for 18 days. Normally it takes like two months. I’ve been working a lot, and work is going well. But that’s all I’ve been doing. The few people I’ve met (that aren’t a boss of mine) are in their early 20’s, which is fine, but it generally means we have different ideas of what a good time is, therefore hanging out after work isn’t really appealing. (But who are we kidding, at this point I’m in no position to be picky…)

I know I should get out on my own and be a tourist in my new city but if I’m being honest, I’m a little too scared to. 95% of the news I read and heard about New Orleans before I moved here was all about how unsafe it is. While I’m sure I’d be perfectly fine going out in the middle of the day and avoiding any dark alleyways, the thought is still in the back of my mind. I’m fully aware that I look like a pretty easy target. I don’t know. I probably just need to get over it.

There’s other stuff going on in my totally messed up head, but I don’t want to get into it right now. It’d make me sound entirely too pathetic for a Monday night. And for all like 2 people that read this, I’m sure you have better blogs to read. Blah.