A dark cloud of smog blasted me in the face today. I almost cried and yelled, “I want to go HOME!”
I miss home a lot. My secret running trails, my bike, tacos, chilling at my dad’s with jazz in the background, my mom’s crazy hats, acting as I want in public without being starred at, but especially the public library. I can’t wait to pick this off the shelf when I get back. Should I put it on hold now? Nah that’s doing too much.