Last time I wrote, I was looking forward to going home...well, now...less than 2 months later, I will be moving home.

The opportunity came up and was too perfect to pass up, yes, it is a little sooner than expected, but the move is something that has been on our minds for a while now.

Right now...I don't think it's hit me, at times I'm really excited...to see my family more, to be able to afford a home, to see my old friends, and just be back in the place that I have always thought of as home...but a part of me is really sad. I remember moving out to CA like it was yesterday, I remember the drive out with my dad, I remember taking my dad to the airport and feeling more alone than I've ever felt before, and now, I have a life, I have friends, I have unforgettable memories, and I am so sad to leave my life here.

I know that moving is definitely a positive, and I'm fairly certain that once I'm home, things will be alright. So I guess it's fair to say...at this point I still have very mixed feelings, deep down I know this is very good, but on the surface I feel sorta bad.