I wish my life was more like 1995

Lately, I've been craving 1995 like it's chocolate or maybe sweet nectar from the gods or something. To be 10 again & revel in the simplicity that comes with it. To be able to curl up in my mother's arms again & know it's perfectly okay to stay in this place forever. Maybe I'm just being emotional, or maybe a little too nostalgic but life was so much easier when things were simple. When I could sleep in for no other reason than I wanted to, without this monkey inside my head telling me the world will come to an end if I do just that.

I miss my mom's arms. I miss them because they are here, sitting in the other room, & I'm trying to make sure I don't get too attached. Because, in a few days, they won't be stretched out on my couch anymore. They'll be on an airplane, headed back to the east coast, the land of....home. I tried to be real suave there, come up with some super creative metaphor, but I couldn't. It's just simply home, not because I love it there, but because she's there. She's my best friend, mi amiga, my mamacita!, my partner in crime, my world traveler. Home is wherever we are.

I'm gonna be honest, I'm not a huge fan of the east coast. I'm really liking living out west. But I don't like living in a place that's not home & my chances of getting my home out west for good aren't looking so hot.

John Mayer – 83