just like that

sometimes i feel like my days are numbered… except i don’t know the numbers.

i’m generally happy. i’m always happy, but also there’s always that nagging feeling in the back of my head. like an impending doom of some sort. maybe i have yet to realize everything. someone told me that if i don’t do *something* right now, i’ll regret it later. he’s right and i should listen to him, but i just… i guess i just wan’t to let myself soak in all these new situation before i do anything about it.

i miss someone. i always do. i wonder if he misses me too. i always miss someone at the wrong place and the wrong time.

what do you call ‘home’? to me, home is a place of familiarity. where i know exactly where to get the best food, the cheapest and cutest clothes, which bus line will take me where, when and for how much, which freeways gets clogged around what time…

i’ve moved around a lot, and i have never stayed longer than four years anywhere. i’ve stayed in westwood for almost five years now. does that give me the right to call westwood “home”? i really hope so, because i never know what to answer when people ask me where i am from.

i feel like i’ve blogged about this before. maybe it’s just that time of the year again.

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