It's the end of the semester. People are going crazy with that high-stress-excitement-coffee-induced-energy and the hopeful prospect of relaxing at home in just a few short days. And I have only half jumped on the train for it. You see, I only have two papers to write, which should only be one but alas my procrastination from years of mastering the skill have followed me to grad school, oh well. And as my residents begin to leave this week for their time at home, my responsibilities become less and less. Hopefully.
And in a week or so I will be on a plane back to California. The first time to see my parents since I said goodbye in July. At the airport, frantically removing things from my bag so it was the allotted 50lb weight limit with my mom right behind me grabbing everything and assuring me she'd send it.
We're approaching the 6 month marker of my relationship with Pennsylvania and I can tell you it's going very well. There have been bumps in the road that is for sure. But I have found more joy and excitement here then I ever expected. And I have been enveloped by the people and forced to share life in the most wonderful ways. I have been the girl from California and trust me, I have owned it. The funny stories and assuring people that there isn't always sunshine but the beaches and mountains are absolutely better on the west coast.
In the midst of my adventures I have become apart of this place. I couldn't tell you how or when but back in September I realized that this was becoming my home. That I have grown up. And in my response I would say "who knew" and I would hear no dispute from my dear friend Nate who often likes to point out that a lot of people know the things I have so cleverly stumbled upon. But not this time.
No one knew that this would become my home. That I would grow up in the ways that I have in the last almost 6 months. Pittsburgh didn't know how much I would fall in love with it and Beaver Falls had no idea I would long to be here when I'm away. There is so much I love about California and I will always love those things. For right now, Pennsylvania and I are having a great affair and I wouldn't choose anywhere else to call home.
So that train that I am so reluctantly getting on, it'll be here before I know it. And I will love the places it takes me and the people I get to see and continue living life with. But I cant help but to admit that my heart will long to be back in this little apartment that is too big for me, but cozy enough to call home, with the people that I have come to love and this place that I long to be apart of.
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Beautiful.
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