Sitting here in my safe San Francisco home.

So.
I went back to Riverside for spring break.
which was pretty nice.

Mom was in England, but almost everyone else was home.
But the funny thing is, the more I visit home, the more I'm sure that it's definitely not my home anymore.
But I don't know if San Francisco is my home, either.
I worry a lot about home.
it's always been a subject of concern for me.
The truth is, the only time I have ever felt at home in a place has been when it was my first time being in that place.
The second time I go there, it seems like all the wonder of home has been lost.
So, that being said, I'm not sure if I'll ever really find home anywhere.
Home is myself, for now.

oh, well.

I sat in the sunshine. I got a little burned.
I played with my sister. We got into a big fist fight.
I talked with my brother. He didn't hear a word I said.
I threw a couple impromptu kickbacks. I really missed everyone.
I barely saw my dad. He mysteriously gave me $100 and let me drive his car.
I ran a mile. I decided that I'm never going to run again.
I missed my mom. I really miss my mom.
and that's spring break.

Now I'm back in San Francisco.
I slept for 14 hours last night.
I went grocery shopping today.
I am very tired.
I am pretty happy.
I am not really looking forward to school.
I am Cesar Chavez's number 1 fan.