I arrived in California yesterday afternoon...seriously, only one word can describe what I am feeling tonight: Bliss. I forget how wonderful it is to come to a place where everyone cares so much about you...and even though Mount Shasta is kind of small and boring, it's so beautiful and so familiar. It's funny, i have been so caught up these last 11 months, that I really didn't realize how homesick I had been until the 747 that I was flying on yesterday circled the San Francisco bay, and I literally burst into tears.
After a good leisurely dinner with my parents and their comrades in the city, I stayed the night at my aunt and uncles...kind of stressful getting there. I haven't driven in a year, and when I drove a year ago, it was in Mount Shasta which REALLY doesn't count. Not driving for that long and then making the commute from SF to Mount Shasta (5 hours) pretty much rocked my face off.
It was also on this drive, that I realized fairly quickly my parents no longer have an ipod dock in their car. So, I really had the choice of reflecting for five hours, or listening to the ONE CD that I had in my possession: a culmination of songs by the band The Good Life. Holy hell. I ended up listening to the first song on the album, entitled Album of the Year about 500 times, because I got on a kick on the way home. I am weird about music that way. If I really like a song, I can listen to it over and over and over, for weeks on end before I move onto my next musical obsession. Probably unhealthy, but, at this time in my life, a psychiatrist isn't really an option.
Needless to say, I've made it home, and it's so QUIET. And the stars are so big and bright. They look like they are going to fall right out of the sky. It's odd that something I knew for so many years can be so disconcerting. There is basically no way I am going to get a good nights sleep. It is way too dark out here.
Enough for tonight. I am going to pass out.
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