After being at Mike's wedding this past weekend I realized how much I miss and love my family and friends. Being here is hard sometimes...I work, I go to school, but I feel like I don't have any of the same relationships that I had while in college or in Austria, but the grass is is just always greener on the other side.
It's like my heart strings are pulled in so many directions and I am just floating along, watching it happen, and being held onto by memories but nothing else.
Trying not to feel bad for myself is hard, but so necessary. I'm sure San Francisco will start feeling like home one day.
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