It just dawned on me that three months from tonight, I will be missing 4th of July fireworks in Marina del Rey for the first time since I moved there in 2012. And that sucks and I have only myself and my less than stellar life choices to blame. But that doesn't make it hurt any less or make it any easier to deal with. What was I thinking moving away from there? I waited 15 years to move back to the beach! WTF was I thinking moving away? I'm not gonna wait another 15 years, I can tell you that!
The fireworks show starts at 9pm. Three months from now, I'd be getting ready to head out to the channel for kickass fireworks in a place I love being in. Not so much now.
I miss that apartment so damn much. Still can't believe I just can't wake up and go home. Everything just feels so off. I'm so homesick.
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