Toto, I've a feeling we're not in California anymore.

Every so often I meet somebody who spent each year growing up in a different place. I don't think I could do that. That's kind of hard for me to admit; I try so hard for a tough shell of detachment. Maybe telling myself that I can jump from place to place without a care in the world is my way of making myself believe that I am up for anything. Because I really want to be up for anything. I want to have the courage to travel the world, even if I do it alone. I don't ever want to be slowed down by homesickness. I've always viewed homesickness as a pointless weakness that just interferes with the excitement of the adventure. Why let it get in the way?

I just flew back to school today after a great Christmas break, hence the anti-homesickness. It was a bit unusual having both my brothers gone for the first Christmas ever. It was my parents, my little sister, and me for more than three weeks. A different family dynamic than we're used to, but really fun in it's own way. I really miss my sister. She's the best.

Tomorrow will be easier.