Thursday, January 10, 2008

"Happy" birthday to me

There's things I remember and things I forget
I miss you, I guess that I should
Three thousand five hundred miles away
What would you change if you could?
I wish, I wish it was a small world
Cuz I'm lonely for the big town

I don't keep up with this thing. Anyway, my 25th birthday was Monday. I cried a LOT. I don't want to be old, and I don't want to be spending my birthdays away from my family and friends. Last year I went out to dinner three times during my birthday week, and got THREE birthday cakes. Birthday cake is my favorite food, and I had three of them all to myself. And I got to go to Copra on my parents' dime. Last birthday was great. This birthday...I spent it 2872 miles from home in an apartment that I hate, with no drinking (Chip can't drink anymore), no family, and SO much homesickness. I listened to “Raining in Baltimore” at work and watched "The Wire" at home on my birthday, which didn't help me feel less homesick. It's been seven months, but it feels like yesterday the last time that I flew down Guilford on my track bike on the way to work. It feels like yesterday the last time that I walked down to Iggie’s for the most delicious pizza in the world (their pizza called the Alice will make you swoon; spinach, goat cheese, tomato, garlic, pesto…my mouth is watering). It feels like yesterday the last time I rode down to the farmers’ market under the JFX and got some Zeke’s organic fair trade Sumatra Gayoland coffee. I miss those things.

If I were to leave here today, I don’t know that there would be anything like those that I would miss about Morgan Hill. I wouldn’t miss driving everywhere I go because it’s suburbia. I wouldn’t miss sitting in a gigantic office filled with desks and no walls. I wouldn’t miss the 8% sales tax or the $1425 rent (rent in Baltimore was $650). I don’t know what I would miss. That’s pretty sad. I think that, in keeping with my last post, I need to take action. It’s time to go back home. Yeah, it’s “only” been seven months, but what amount of time is long enough to be miserable? Do I have to waste a year out here before I can say, “yeah, I’m coming home”? I don’t want to do that.

So...stay tuned for my homecoming plans. I hope they're not too far off.

1 comment:

The Blind said...

Hey dude...happy birthday! Sorry I missed it. You should go home soon if you can. It will make you feel better...but you might also gain a new appreciation for CA. I always appreciate NY when I go home and face some of the shit I was happy to leave there.