24 hours and i’ll be back in los angeles. i watched the USC football game on TV today and saw it was raining back home, but then the announcer talked about how the clouds broke up and there was a full moon, and i thought about moonlight over the city out my apartment window and got homesick. not for the parents’ house i was sitting in, but for the place i’ve made my home in the past five or so years. if the real test for deciding if you really do love something is how you feel when you’re separated from it, then i may soon have to admit the big L… for a place i used to say i couldn’t wait to leave, no less.

not to get mushy or anything. and definitely not to say i don’t enjoy getting to see the family — they get only love. but it’ll be good to get back in my element. hey, maybe one of these years i can convince them to come visit me? and ideally without even having to get married first.