I'm back in the city, but leaving Ohio was harder than I thought it would be.
The last week of my break, I was basically all by myself. Which means I woke up at like 10.30, sat around and ate all day until my family came home at like 6. I got so bored. But then when my family did come home I had a really great time. I really just hung out with my sister all of the time, and I realized how things are going to change when she's gone in China. I mean not just that she's not there, but like she doesn't have a summer break. She basically became an adult and that really freaks me out. & it was really hard to leave because of that.

Just packing made me start to cry. uh just the thought of leaving my sister & my mom totally broke my heart. So I cried all morning, cried in the car ride to the airport (at 4 in the fucking morning), cried in line for security, and cried on the plane. But when I got back into the city, I realized that I was actually coming back to something really wonderful here. & that wonderful thing is my boyfriend. aka NYC.
But Rel was really great, we caught up (which we had been doing all month long) & walked around out city. which we love sosososo much.
Its funny b/c I feel like this is my home. & I say its funny b/c I get the same feeling in Ohio. Its just so nice to walk along the same streets and be comfortable. It felt like I was gone for a week. :)