Adventures in California: Summer Edition

Last Tuesday night, my flight to San Diego, California was scheduled to depart at 9:15. I had all the time in the world to do the following: work, spend a bit of time with Roy (my boyfriend), and getting any last minute necessary preps in order for me to feel secure once I return.

Honestly, I wasn't really sure what to expect once I land…except parents crying with joy that I have decided to return to California after almost three months of not seeing them. However, only my mom, two sisters, brother in law, and my two nieces showed up. My dad could not make it due to work.

I also wasn't expecting any changes too. Gas prices got REALLY expensive. It's $3.50 a gallon, while in Houston it's a cheap $2.45 a gallon…with $20 or so I can actually fill up my tank.

Most of the week I was there, was basically catch-up with the parents. Of course, they've been asking me repeatedly about what's been going on with my life for the past three months. They even asked me about Roy and how he's been doing. In my previous blog, I mentioned that my mom was happy for the guy while my dad kept disapproving him, judging by the looks of his facebook profile picture (and my current profile picture). It took me until the end of my week for my dad to finally be okay with it after he eavesdropped on my phone conversation. >_>

Update on the toxic side of my family? Not much has changed other than getting a few smirks from my cousins here and there. Ended up doing the usual thing I always did: drinking alone at the corner. Nothing has improved, really. Everyone in my mom's side are against each other, and it's been that way ever since the passing of my grandmother. Why is my mom still keeping in touch with these people? I've already cut them out of my life. Even if you're just there because you're obliged by my grandmother's sisters (my great aunts), but they don't understand that I really do not get along with any of my cousins.

Within one day I wanted to go back to Houston so badly. Not only because returning to the life I was living in the past was painful to relive, but the counter-clockwise jet lag was killing me. I was already in bed sleeping by 8:30 pm Pacific time.

I'm planning to go back for Christmas though. I need to save up my vacation time and my partial time off's juuuuust in case. I already wasted them all. D:

I'm sorry…but I'm really, really, really happy here in Houston. California may be charming, and beautiful. I love it to death, but there is something about Houston that made me want to come back after one day of being in California. I don't think it's the friends I made, or Roy, or my goals, hopes & dreams...it's my true self. I found it right here.

That's awesome c:

I feel the same way about my move kinda. Like where I came from was where everything felt easy and everything was cheaper but here it's like a new start and if I went back it'd be weird as fuck (although I keep dreaming of the day I moved here in terms of still being in my original place and being about to move here. I literally woke up last night and was like oh wait I did move, alls good when I looked over at Ryan lol...) So I totally get you. But that's so good that you've found your happy place and I hope it continues forever :3