I'm back home in VA for Thanksgiving break, and I have to say it's nice
to be home. I even have the home all to myself for a couple
days. It's strange because I've been homesick for a few
weeks. Not homesick because I miss my place back in VA or any
place for that matter really but because I'm homesick of really not
having a place of my own. I gave up my apartment around NYC
earlier in the year to save on rent, since I wouldn't need the place
because all my traveling. I guess what it is is that I miss the
idea of my own home, coming back to a familar place rather than living
out of a suitcase. I'll have my own place at some point once I
save up enough to settle down in one place. For the time being,
I'm calling the Courtyard Marriott in Dallas my home. It is nice
to have housekeeping come in everyday to give me new linens, make my
bed, and put mints on my pillows.
I'm picking up my parents from the airport this weekend, since they're
coming back from Vietnam. My parents like to leave me notes all
the time, because they really worry too much about me. Here's a
note my dad left me on the toilet seat (on the classic Asian
Pharmaceutical stationary:




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