the last time i was in sf i felt relieved when i got back to new york. i felt like a nomad in sf like i didnt belong there anymore. this time, i felt nostalgia come through me again as i was there.
when will i not feel like this anymore? what crap.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
my heart was left in the city by the bay
coming home from san francisco is always hard. three days is never enough to be there and to do all i wanna do, and see all the people i want to see. i ended up having to go home and see my family everyday. on the third day i was in such a bad mood that i threw a fit and almost didnt go. weirdly enough, they were so understanding about it and it only made me feel more guilty. i only wondered to myself WHY i was so mad that i had to go home again. was time with my friends really more valuable to me than my family?
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really? you got home on the exact same day I did. There's always nostalgia to be felt from your prior spot
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