Spoiled brat attack

I was wondering when It would finally rear its ugly head. You know, that sneaky little bugger that is so stealth in its conquest you almost forget it exists. The whole time creeping up on you but so surreptitiously you suppose it just somehow skipped over you and onto the next victim, but then when you least expect it-BAM- you are consumed…with homesickness.

I miss my Starbucks. I miss my car. I miss my friends. I miss driving in my car, drinking my starbucks, with my friends, windows down in sunny California, blasting country music. ( OK so that last part is where my memory becomes fantasy as my friends wouldn’t be caught dead listening to my country music).

I miss running to Target to pick up everything I need at one place.

I miss putting all my bags in my car to transport them home.

I miss running out to grab a Jamba Juice, or a burrito.

I miss to-go beverages in general.

I miss Mikey.

I miss TiVo.

I miss nail salons.

I miss the D. And I miss recovering at Bagel Me with my friends afterward.

I miss my couch.

I miss my backyard and being able to squeeze in a quick tan between classes. Or play beer pong, or whatever.

I miss my slave and my short roommate and my other one.

I miss my hair salon living room.

I miss soft cookies.

I miss my big, soft, comfortable bed.

I miss the beach.

I miss R&D’s cheeseburgers.

I miss going to class in my sweats.

I miss movie nights.

I miss treadmills. And Stairmasters. And 24-hour Fitness in general.

I miss my mom and my dad and my sister and my wiener dog.

I miss Captain Morgan.

And above all, I miss my Fresh and Easy chocolate protein powder.

Whew.

That felt good.

As tempting as it is to wallow in longing for my comfort zone, I know I must snap out of it. Frankly, it’s a great thing that I actively miss so many things. It simply means that I’m a very lucky girl with so much good in my life that I can’t keep it all together at once.

I need to remind myself that all those things are patiently waiting upon my return to California. Right there alongside rent, work, bills, and court.

Wait, yeah, what am I saying? Am I crazy?

I’m living in a beautiful city with no responsibilities, eating lasagna and pizza on the reg., reading and sleeping at my leisure, meeting more awesome people by the hour, traveling to incredible places, and all without anything or anyone to report back to.

I’m going to plead temporary insanity on this one, and pray that I haven’t already jinxed myself. I will gladly stick to my pasta and gelato heaven, thank you.