In about 24 hours, I should be back home again, or at least much closer to home than I am now. Being away from the usual stuff at home is nice, but I can only spend so long living out of a suitcase and eating out. I eventually miss the creature comforts of home. I miss an Internet connection that doesn’t suck. I miss a comfortable bed.
On the other hand, being down in the Bay Area is also like being at home. The weather, the people, the places. They are what I grew up with. But it’s different. Not quite like I remember it. And there’s traffic. And the housing situation down here sucks.
This is not a subject I want to think about. It makes my head hurts. It’s also a little sad. You can’t really go back.