Home Sick?

I had my first real case of home sickness for California this week. The first week of May is a big birthday week for my friends. May 4 is my God son's birthday. May 5 is my good friend Erika's birthday. And May 6 is my friend Summer's birthday. Erika and Summer grew up together so this weekend is usually the big dual party weekend.

What normally happens is that I go over to Erika's house early and we either go shopping or pull everything from our closets and I help her pick her outfit. Then we get ready together and we go out. I usually spend the night at her house after the festivities and hold her hair if she gets sick from all the partying. But I am in NY and going to Cali in about 2 weeks, so I could not be there this year. And this year was Erika's 30th birthday.

So Erika sent me pics of her in different outfits and I helped her pick one, but it wasn't the same. All of a sudden, I was very sad to know that I could not be there and this won't be the last time I will miss out on stuff like this. It's just the way of life when you move away from your family and friends.

Believe me, I would not take back my move. I love being here. I love being with Juan. And I will love being his wife. But I left a part of my heart in California. And they say that home is where the heart is. So I guess I will forever be split. Homesick for NY when I am in Cali and home sick for Cali while I make a life in NY.