so i moved literally across the country in january, leaving behind everyone i know to venture west. i have a fantastic job, have met great people, even met a really nice guy
yet some days i feel displaced
i'm the happiest i have been in a long time, however this is in contrast to the realization that "home" does not exist for me
i don't mean "home" as in where you live, but rather that idea of "home"
i still have wanderlust - sometimes i want to take the job offer in europe, part of me thinks only because europe seems to be a shiny new experience (and oh how i love shiny things!)
but i tell myself so is california