So here I am in Margate, New Jersey. Where I am from originally. I know I know, most people who meet me think, "Wow, she was born to be a California Girl". Sorry to disappoint, but I was born in South Jersey. Back in May when I found out I was going to get to go home for a little bit I was so excited. It meant that I would get to see family and friends that I haven't seen in years. That excitement was with me all through graduation, the parties, even the awful drive to LAX. It was when I finally sat down in my seat that I realized how SAD I actually was to be going home. I started thinking about how the place I was going, was the last place my mother ever was. For those of you don't know, my mom died when I was 15 months old. So roughly April of 1994. I never really knew her. I have been enjoying myself while home. It has been fantastic to see all these people who I have lost touch with. I just cannot help the part of me that wants to scream at all of these people who got to spend so much time with my mother. In my mind and in my heart, it is not fair. What did they do right and I do wrong that I didn't get to know her?
My mom and me.
It's funny really because while being in New Jersey I have become homesick. Meaning I miss Los Angeles. Maybe I just miss my routines with my friends, or maybe I just miss my dad. My father has become my life over the past years. Between his health issues and everything else that this world has been throwing at us, I have really opened my eyes to how important family is. I love my dad. When you get a chance, go give yours a hug or call him. Let him know you were thinking of him.
My dad and I at my graduation.
