Coming back here depresses me. I mean here, not here. I mean, back to upstate NY is depressing.
If only I packed a little heavier, I wouldn't be back here. Southern California is beautiful. I went to Mexico and drank on the beach. I went to San Diego and partied on the beach. I went to the Mojave and partied on the sand. I went to the Grand Canyon and partied on the cliff. The whole southwest that I saw is beautiful. Camped out under the stars on the edge of the desert and the cliff.
Well, I'm tying things up here and planning my move. It was kinda hard getting on the plane home when the people I was staying with asked me to stay instead.
I don't want to be here.