Sometimes You Wanna Go...

I'm sitting here home alone and bored. Trying to be optimistic, but I'm missing the mark somehow and so at best, I've landed on homesick. I don't want to be in the house, but if I leave, where will I go? My funds are way limited and I don't start work until the end of April, so I've gotta hold on to what I've got. Anyone that I do know out here (the grand total comes to like 3) is away or busy. Talking to folks at home made my homesick level increase dramatically. I'm all Twittered out and if I look at this screen much longer, my eyeballs are going to come out of my head and slap me. It would be nice to see familiar faces and hear familiar voices talking about familiar things at a time like this.

I miss my car, as old and beat up as it was, at least I could hop in it and go when I felt like it. I miss walking in to the Bird and seeing Cam and Matt and having that Cheer's moment when everyone says your name as you walk in the door. I miss Bob grilling burgers outside (and my special order barbecued grilled cheese on a bun). I miss Anthony and Ramon and Nathan and Jim....the patio and all of our shenanigans out there...lol. I miss random texts from Jimmy Jam that just said "catbirds" or "poison girl" and then heading that way so that we can sit on those stools and do the same exact thing that we did every night of our lives...it never ever got old.

It was never anything fancy, but it was fun and special....mostly because of the friends that I was with....it didn't really matter where we were. I miss Peekaboo Theory and DIBA nights...impromptu parties in my living room when one of us decided to suddenly declare "CRAZY NIGHT!" These people were my friends, but they became my family. We celebrated together and had good times, and we were there for each other when times weren't so great.

I'm still the same Sierra. I still wanna have fun like that, only now when I get those urges, I can't go around the corner and see the good ol' neon sign in the window at the Bird or drive for 2 and a half minutes and be at the Flat on a Monday night. Homesick is what they call this...I know I'll be ok...I know I'll adjust, but even so, I miss those people....my people...and I miss those times...

Right now I just wanna go where everybody knows my name, but the BART and the Muni don't run that far...