Still A Cali Girl At Heart!

Hi, Everyone!

“Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got ‘til it’s gone?”

That song was playing in my head on my way to class this morning. I don’t know who sang it originally, but I heard two recent versions: one from Amy Grant and another from the Counting Crows.

Well, anyway, I’m living that song right now.

I had an hour-long conversation with my mom and dad last night, and it brought tears to my eyes. My dad is a soldier—he’s strong enough for all three of us, but even he said that he missed me. Now, my mom is the real softie; she has never been afraid to cry in front of anyone. She was quick to tell me that it was “too damn quiet in this house,” and that she would love to hear my radio and television playing at the same time.

Talking to my mom and dad yesterday evening further proved that I really miss my California home. As a matter of fact, I miss Cali so much that I haven’t even bothered to change my watch to Central Standard Time. Now that I think about it, I really feel in my heart that I have taken my family for granted. My roommate Ruby thinks that it’s just the homesickness talking—and she might be right, but I just feel that I haven’t really appreciated being a California girl.

I really am trying to make the best of my new surroundings, but it’s awful hard. I have been frequenting the Sonic Burgers lately, and they are delish, but I sure could go for a juicy double king turkey burger with chili cheese fries from Fatburger right about now. And of course, there’s no Santa Monica Pier, nor is there a Manhattan Beach, or even a Long Beach… actually, I just found out that there is a Long Beach, Mississippi, but it’s about four or five hours away, near Gulfport.

I guess it's true—you can take me out of Cali, but you won't be able to take Cali out of me!

Wow, I feel a whole lot better! I guess all I had to do was speak from my heart and tell you how I feel… then again, when I was in the hospital a couple of weeks ago after suffering a panic attack, my doctor did tell me that I need to pinpoint my anxiety before I wind up in the hospital again. And trust me when I tell you, the last thing I need is to have another panic attack and take another trip to the hospital.

By the way, I wonder what kind of prank Uncle Ronnie is trying to play on Auntie Brenda right about now…

Until next time…

Hugs & Kisses,

Natasha