Okay so, I didn't end up missing my flight. So I got home on time. YAY! If you weren't one of the people I called, then you have no idea how panicky I was. There were so many complications I thought I was going to die. I was going crazy. And now as I write this, while sitting in a costco parking lot I might add, I realize how happy I am to be home. Back in Los Angeles. I guess it's true, you never really realize how much you miss home until you leave. I have to say, I did cry a few times. Mainly worrying about my dad. Goes to show how powerful love is. I have to say,I had a huge panic attack, but that was for other reasons. You don't realize many things until you don't have them anymore. It got right now to me missing the buses (mta). I think that by growing up in such a large city, and having so many options, going to a small town like Margate really makes a difference. You can feel it and see it. Obviously. I miss Jersey, sure, but will I ever end up there? I can't see it happening. I can see moving out of L.A. but not to a small town. If anything, to another city. Anyway I'm home, and safe and everything is all good. As good as it can be anyway. I hope everyone is well.
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