29/4

After the first week in NS onward, it feels as though I've settled. I'd like to say I've become resigned to the thought that there's no leaving, so i might as well try my best to enjoy, but honestly, I do have a certain liking to this place. I could call this, home. Crazy, I know.

There are of course those days when I lie in bed, just thinking about the few places I call home. And home is not just a place, it's the people that make it. I miss my literal home. The house in SJ that aged with me, the Chung clan, home-cooked food, my cats. Gosh I miss my cats. Then of course, my babies. Touching a friend's guitar in NS sparked a deep want — lust, if you will — for them. As crappy as they are to the skilled eye, none can compare to one's first love*.

And right now I'm just stuck with such a deep longing to be home. Just for the night, maybe. It just rained, and it's making me miss the warmth of home. Something.. about the thought of being home warms me, yet leaves me feeling void when reality strikes.

About one more month. Let's have fun while we can.

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*first love as in my first guitar.